The other evening I was tucking grandgirlie into bed in the grandroom.
When the grands were born. . .my beloved installed a dimmer switch so that I could have a "night light" on the ceiling.
We prayed. . .and she lay there quietly on her side while I scratched her back.
A few minutes later. .
She says in a serious tone. . ."grammie. .. is that chicken poop on that light?"
I say. . ."no love. ..it's just some dirt (not wanting to alert her to the fact that little bugs had died within the light fixture).
She says. ..rather adamantly. .."grammie. ..it looks a lot like chicken poop".
I said. . ."I know love."
Satisfied. ..she let it go.
Needless to say. . .I cleaned light fixtures thoroughly the next morning.
Out of the mouth of babes.
all for now . .