Wednesday, 3 November 2010


Chancery & I went to visit a couple from church with a new little baby.  Chancery kept talking about how small Joash was.
“He has tiny hands!”
“He has tiny eyes!”
“He has a little tongue!”
“He did a little toot!”

Chancery played shy for a little while, but then decided to sit by Mr. Wilbert.  She was fascinated with his rough hands & kept asking him if he had owies on his hands.  Then they started comparing muscles.

I told Chancery to say, “Twenty-four pounds of pure muscle.”  It seemed that something was lost in translation when she declared, “Twenty-four pounds of TINY muscles!”

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