This evening Sophie was saying something about poopy stinky butt. (Yes, we’re in that phase.) Bella responded: “Don’t say that. It’s inappropriate. Say a nice word like Jesus instead. Say Jesus Jesus Jesus. Every morning and every night. It’s a prayer. Jesus Jesus Jesus.”
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Tonight an ambulance came for our across the street neighbor. Again. It seems to happen with increasing frequency. All the children were of course glued to the front window, mesmerized by the flashing lights. Tonight as we were putting them to bed Bella started telling me a story about her friend “Insula” who is old like our neighbor. “She’s very sick and her ambulance already came for her. She’s just sending me a text from the hospital. Sending a text to me of prayers.”
