SANFORD

well, it comes as no surprise that jack is obsessed with my mom. but, its going to levels that even i think are ridiculous.

little boy: mom mom, whose tummy were you in when you were a baby?
me: nana's. cause she's my mom.
little boy: well whose tummy was i in when i was a baby?
me: mine. because I AM YOUR MOMMY!
little boy: (gasp!) i'm going to tell people that i was in nana's tummy because i love her.
me: okay. i think you're weird.

then last night i asked him to say the prayer at dinner. i reminded him to bless the food because otherwise he would just pray about nana.

heavenly father, thank you for this day.

thank you for nana and jack.

thank you for papa and reissy.

i want to live with nana so so bad.

thank you for our house.

thank you for our car.

thank you for nate's job.

i miss nana so much.

in the name of jesus christ, amen.

uh, jack, you forgot to bless the food...and mommy and nate. sheesh!!

fine.

bless the food.

bless mommy and nate.

i want to live with nana forever and ever. i want to. me, jack.

(i like how he said, "me, jack" like just in case jesus didn't know who was talking to him. i'm sure he just didn't want ther to be any confusion. i mean, can you imagine if reiss ended up living with nana?)

amen.