It's been raining a lot lately with thunder and lightning. Henry is a bit frightened by the thunder and one night it stormed hard! I woke up that night to find him sleeping on the floor by my bed. I said, when he stood up next to me and cuddled his face into my neck, "Are you scared?" He said, "Dose funders care me." I told him it was ok and that it was all done since it had quit raining. So, I took him back to his bed and tucked him in.
That morning, he told me, "Dat funders care me, Mama. I close my eyes. No see dat boo fing (blue thing). I no like dat." How sweet was that? He was scared of the lightening too! He then asked,"God cared of dat funder?"
"No. God made the thunder so we would know that it's raining. He's not scared of it."
"Yes, God is cared of it!" He argued. I guess he needs for someone else to be scared as well.
On a lighter note: The kids pronounce milk as moak.
I don't know if I should post this but it was kinda funny to me. I was holding Naomi and she was patting my shoulders and chest and then further down. She looked at me and said, "Mama have boo boos like me have!"