May 24th

I took the boys to the park this morning before it got too hot out. While we were there, a little girl about 4-5 years old joined us. She kept asking Jace what his name was and how old he was. He’d tell her his name as one long word, and when she asked how old he was, he’d reply, “I don’t know.” She must have asked him his age about 15 times, and each time he just said he didn’t know. Finally, Jace comes over to me and Lucy and asks, “Mom, how many am I? I need this girl to quit asking me!”

Angie Vinez (2872 Posts)

Angie is a wife and mother to 8. Her life revolves around cooking, cleaning, laundry, and other household duties. She is passionate about her life in Christ and wants to encourage other mothers in their own walk of faith. Angie is active on many social media networks, loves technology, photography, and graphic design, and loves creating blog designs for other mom bloggers.



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