All Conked Up

I took today off work to spend with my family, because I didn't take any time off during the summer to do so. We spent a few fun hours at the Brookfield Zoo, and Melanie is now off meeting a friend for dinner.

I was helping Aidan get his pajamas on, and when he pulled his little jeans off, I saw that his legs are completely covered in little boy bruises. "Oh my goodness," said.

"What?" he asked.

I pointed at his legs.

"Oh," he said, "they're all conked up!"

A Prayer from My Son

At the dinner table last night, Aidan asked, "Daddy, is your finger ok that you drilled the way other day?"

I should explain that a few days ago I was installing new cabinet locks on every cabinet in the house so that Catie does not accidentally ingest cleaners), and as I was drilling into a cabinet door, the screw slipped and I drilled my finger. Nothing bled, it just hurt.

I told him that it felt much better. He said he wanted to pray for me.

He bowed his head, closed his eyes, folded his hands and said, "Dear Jesus, thank you that my Daddy's finger feels better. Amen."

I have never been part of a better prayer.