[Travelling in pickup truck]
Timothy: Dad, where we goin'?
Me: To the grocery store.
Timothy: Why? We have cookies at home.
Me: Timothy, we have to eat more than cookies.
Timothy: Why?
Me: Trust me.
[Enter into grocery store]
Me: Timothy, stop picking your nose.
Timothy: Why? It's stuck and I have to get it.
"For this reason, I am sending to you Timothy, my son whom I love. He will remind you of my way of life in Christ Jesus" (1 Corinthians 4:17). This blog represents a father's reflections on the many ways his son Timothy, diagnosed with Beal's Syndrome at birth, reminds him and others of life in Christ Jesus
Friday, December 11, 2009
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Timothy and Sister Get Elfed
I don't think Timothy's neurosurgeon would be too happy with this one!
Send your own ElfYourself eCards
Monday, December 07, 2009
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