I’d've Been Upset…If He Wasn’t So Cute

My children have had a difficult time settling down tonight. Probably because Miss Mandy came over to discuss bible study stuff, and of course, the kids think that Miss Mandy is soooo cool, that they get really excited when she comes over.

After she left, we read some stories, prayed, I cuddled with Jonah (Tuesday’s nights are his night to cuddle with me) and said good-night.

Of course, they soon both had to go to the bathroom, and check on several other things around the house. And they couldn’t stop giggling and talking to each other.

(calmly and sweetly) Quiet down you two…

(firmly) I said be quiet!

(in my best “I’m serious and I’m your Mama so don’t ignore me” tone) Jonah. Abby. Qui-et down.

Finally, Abby fell asleep, but I still heard Jonah talking away in his bed. So I peeked into his room and asked him sternly why he was ignoring me.

Jonah, with his stuffed friend, Bennie, cuddled in his arm, his cub-scout flashlight propped between his ear and shoulder and his book propped on his knees said: “But Mama, I was being really quiet. I’m reading a story to Bennie. He wants me to read him a story.”

Seriously. How do I say no to that?