06.26.18

somehow, shua and i have managed to bear offspring that share their mama’s unique propensity for verbosity (y’all, they talk so much.  even bbdb, in his toddler sort of way.)  in an attempt to survive the onslaught of words, it’s best to selectively filter the airwaves.  which is how i found myself half listening to my sweet jack jac discussing commerce in Africa.  what? (cue record scratch)  that’s a thing we talk about at breakfast now?!

i asked him to repeat himself (obvi, i was ready to take notes to submit to mensa.  my six year old: the genius) and his sweet, cheerful response was, 

“mama, today in Africa they’re making clothes.  those friends you went and taught?  they are making clothes and they are selling them and that’s their work now.  mama, you should go back and do that again.”

you know what’s my favorite?  a little boy at a breakfast table in tennessee who’s learning to sacrificially love people he’s never met.  that’s my favorite.