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!”