This morning I was trying to get Sean dressed for Sunday school and made the mistake of trying to help him put on his socks. After he yelled, “NO! I DO IT MYSELF!” I deduced that he didn’t want my help. I’m intuitive like that.
For three or four minutes, I watched him wrestle the sock onto his little square Fred Flintstone foot and somehow I managed to resist the unbearable urge to DO IT FOR HIM. After he got his sock on, I noticed that he had the heel part in the front and I advised him that perhaps he might want to turn it around.
“You need to turn your sock around dude,” I said, “Your sock is askew. Can you say askew?”
And then without missing a beat he said, “Okay, but then you have to say God bless you.”
God bless you my funny little boy. How you make me laugh.