While the cake was cooling tonight, Naiah and Jonah snuck into the kitchen and picked the entire top clean off. When they were discovered, Jason decreed that they would have not a crumb of that cake either tonight or tomorrow or the next day, should it tarry. And there was weeping and gnashing of teeth. Then Jonah wailed, “But Naiah gave it to me!”
Eden, the Sequel
April 30, 2007 by Rebecca
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Boys! From Day One!
And, as I’m sure you witness on a daily basis, the Children/Father relationship between us and God is evident in so many ways… if not most clearly when we, as parents, see how our kids behave, and how we respond.
I keep coming back to a version that plays in my head on occasion, where there is a big sandbox, with each kid represents macro version of different human ideologies. A father sits nearby on a bench under a shady tree. Every now and then some kid throws sand, or another one takes a toy from one of the others… one of the kids is very sick, weak, and small and no one pays with her, some even mistreat her. One kid is the Richy Rich and he thinks he’s in charge of the entire sandbox and tries to divide it up into areas. One kid does his own thing and ignores everyone else.
I’m having too much fun with this! I better stop!
Anyway. This exchange between you and Jonah – classic!
ROFLOL. That is absolutely classic.
What kind of cake was it. . .besides germy-fingers-heaven-help-us-as-we-eat-it-for-fear-where-the-fingers-have-been cake?
Brown sugar pound cake. What else?
What else? You see. . .though I have been a THOUGHTFUL and CARING friend and have showered you with recipes that will enlarge not ONLY our cooking repertoire, but also our thighs. . .you have not yet revealed the elusive brown sugar pound cake recipe, dear one.
I await.
😉