11 September 2008
wisdom beyond his years
Last Friday morning when Joshua was admiring the new kitchen window that Peter had installed overnight (thanks to the carpenter ants who were nesting in the old one), he saw a bird sitting outside on a wire. He pointed it out and asked what kind it was. Instead of saying, "It's a fat gray bird," revealing the true bird lover I am, I said, "I don't know. Do you know who loves birds and knows all the kinds of birds?" Joshua's response in a very matter of fact tone was, "God." I laughed realizing that he was absolutely correct, but I was going to say Great Grandmom Dunbar.