Heard at My House

Such a range of emotions come with hearing this little man’s prayer.

Duncan: …Lord, thank you for letting me get adopted. Thank you for my new Mama. I pray for my African mommy and daddy that they would have a great night…

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Kenya: (wandering into my room long past when she should have been fast asleep) Mama I got a cramp.

Mama: (frustrated about this child who refuses to go to sleep) Kenya! Go to the bathroom then. And don’t say, “I gotta crap.”  It’s not nice.

Kenya: Mom. I said cramp.

Insert laughter until we were both crying and clutching our tummies.

Kenya: What does crap mean anyway?

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Heard at My House

Duncan’s bedtime prayer…

I pray that everyone has a good day tomorrow and thank you for Mama’s good cooking. Amen.

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Maleah: Mama webale kifumba (thank you for cooking).

Mama: You’re welcome Maleah.

Maleah: Mama you almost good.

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Mama: Jeremiah who made you so cute?

Jeremiah: YOU!

I wish I could take credit for that much cuteness…

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Kenya: Mom, I was going to tell you this when I’m 18, but thank you for giving me punishments when I do things wrong to teach me.

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Kenya: Mom, If you want to drive a boda (motorcycle), you need to first know how to ride a bike without training wheels, right?

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