Playing Favorites

When everyone gets up from the dinner table and leaves me alone with Matthew, this is what we talk about...

Matthew (in a very matter-of-fact manner):  Go ahead.  Tell me that I'm your favorite.

Me:  I can't tell you that!

Matthew:  Why?  Because we're all your favorite.  Or maybe it's 'cause you really have one and you just don't want to say it.

Me:  You're all my favorite.  How did God know to give me my four most favorite kids in the whole entire world?

Matthew:  He just knows how to match us up right!

He sure does.
I have the best "job" in the world.

Pretty High Heels

Matthew's reaction to the warthog at the zoo?

"Those pretty high heels don't match that face!"

He had me doubled over!

And then I really looked at the feet and realized 

that it was a pretty good observation.

Funny boy.