In my last post I shared comments from our daughter and granddaughter. Not to be biased, here are some from our son and grandsons.
One day, Knox was running around making noises of all different bullets.
Kinley said, “How do you even know how to make those sounds?”
Knox answered, “It’s just my own awesomeness.”
On one of our mission trips, I was studying the temptations of Jesus with one of my readers. I asked what tempted her. She had no ideas. Knox was playing nearby, so I called him over and asked him, “Knox, what tempts you to do the wrong thing?”
Immediately, he said, “To spill my drink, hit my sister, bite, throw something, say ‘no,’ not obey….” She got the picture.
One day I told our son Josh he would stay with his dad while I went to Terri’s shower.
“You’re going to give Miss Terri a bath?!” he said, with shock and dismay.
When I started wrapping Christmas gifts, I decided to wrap Knox’s first so Finn wouldn’t be tempted to open his early. Each grandchild has specific wrapping paper so it’s clear whose gift it is and that is from Steve and me.
When Finn saw the gifts under the tree, he came to me and whispered, “Whose gifts are those?” I told him that the blue ones were Knox’s and the others were his mother’s gifts. He looked disappointed, but said nothing.
A few minutes later, as Kelsey and I were talking, I saw him circling the tree, muttering under his breath. As I strained to hear what he was saying, I heard, “Not fair! Not fair! Not fair!” as he pointed to each of the blue-wrapped gifts. Even at age four, he knew to keep his complaints to himself.
When Josh was six and excited about reading, one Sunday he rode to church with our friends Scott and Carol. At the time, Monmouth Street in Newport, Kentucky, was quite different from what we see now. Scott got a kick out of telling me of Josh’s reading skills as he read signs to them: “Girls! Girls! Girls!” “Miss Trixie Delight” “The Brass–why is there a donkey picture there?” “The Spotted Calf,” “Tropicana,” and “April Flowers.”
Yes, the little man could read well. We were just glad he was so busy sounding out the names that he didn’t stop to ask what they meant–or to wait for an answer about the donkey picture!
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