|From July 2011|
This morning on the way into school, Phoebe stopped by a patch of grass and looked at a mushroom. The following conversation occurred:
Phoebe: Look Mama!
Me: Yeah, that’s a mushroom.
Phoebe: Where did it come from?
Me, unsure how to answer in my not fully caffeinated state: Uh, the ground.
Phoebe: No, it came from God.
Couldn’t really argue with that.
On an unrelated note, I have a ton of posts floating around in my head. I need to find the time and energy to actually compose them. Hopefully soon regular posting will resume again.