Grandson Wesley: He’s a Hoot
Arriving for a summer visit to our home, then three-year-old Wesley made it to the top of the stairs just as I came out of my bedroom. He was nearly out of breath. When he saw me, his eyes got big. Then he asked, "You doing great?"
Teasing him, I smiled and nodded my head yes, but said nothing.
Finally after a long stare-off, he took a big breath, put his hands on his hips, and said, "Are we going to hug?"
Back home again, daughter called to say she and Wesley were eating applesauce for lunch today and had finished at about the same time. She said she smacked her lips and said, "Thank you, Lord, for such good applesauce!" She said Wesley then smacked his lips and said, "You’re welcome, Lord."