We got home from the family reunion yesterday in mid afternoon. DH (DDDDH) unpacked the car, then ordered Chinese take out, and came home with the movie Hoodwinked. We warned the boys that this was the last Hurrah of vacation, and to expect a simple good night after the movie.
So, we laughed until we couldn’t breath over the movie, then brushed teeth and the boys were in bed when DH prayed for them and said goodnight. I came in to kiss them after settling K, when M sat up and looked at me earnestly. I expected him to ask me to bring him a drink of water, but he said," Mom, aren’t you and Daddy going to read us the Bible?"
I replied that no, we were having a simple goodnight that night.
"But Mom!" Said M, "It’s the Word of God!"
DH came back, and we read the Bible. It is the word of God.
That is priceless! You had no choice but to read it then, did you? Good for you, and good for your son. Afterall, it IS the Word of God!