Isaac (as we are driving down the road into the sun): "Mama! The sun is looking at me! It's looking at me!"
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Isaac (after I put in a Sufjan Stevens album): "Mama!!!! WHERE IS GOD?!?!?! I WANT GOD!!! WHERE IS HE?!?!?!"
Me: "Honey, it's okay! God is everywhere, we're just listening to some new music, okay?"
Isaac: "NO! I WANT GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Apparently he couldn't handle my pagan music, so I switched to the Jars of Clay Redemption Songs album. That pacified him. Today, however, I put in some Allison Krauss. To my horror, he doesn't like bluegrass either! He kept saying, "Not this one, Mama, not this one. Turn it off." I'm having nightmares about raising a son who will only listen to Michael W Smith and Stephen Curtis Chapman (no offense to fans of those artists. I'm just sayin).
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Isaac is lately fascinated by my makeup, and he loves to watch me do it in the morning. Yesterday, as I pulled out my eyeliner, he piped up in the sweetest little voice with, "Mama? What are you doing? Are you drawing a dog?"
Gracious. I hope not.