Silly J,
I have to type this NOW as you are doing this. You, my friend, are beyond weird. In a silly way, of course. After your nap, you insisted on playing with your legos. No big deal. I opened the bag. You dumped it out on the floor. Same as any day. Then you proceeded to get on your knees and play "pray" amongst your legos. I didn't catch all that you said, but toward the end I heard "Thank you dubadeebaduba for poo-poos. In name, Jesus Christ, Amen!". You really did. I SWEAR. I guess we should express gratitude for a good bowel movement every now and then, right?... THEN (oh yes, there is more), you showed me a tower of legos you had built and you told me "It's for Jesus". What?! "Yeah. Uh huh. Jesus. Jesus Christ. It's for Jesus". Dada called it your tower of Babel. Weirdo. Thank you for your silliness, J.
Love,
Mommy
