tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281359248711545870.post3761571722662133692..comments2023-04-03T04:16:10.930-05:00Comments on Adventures of the Kotlii: In Which I Get a Bitty SmackdownAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05893086894664836717noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281359248711545870.post-31537978409817430272011-03-08T07:29:25.096-05:002011-03-08T07:29:25.096-05:00My girls always do the same to me! Who is he (bec...My girls always do the same to me! Who is he (because it's always a he, it seems)? Why is he there? Can we take him to our house? We have room. Look, just put the seats up in the van. And on and on and on. To alleviate some of this, I park the car, hand the two big ones a granola bar and water bottle, dodge cars, and let them hand the person their items. Then they can interrogate him as much as they want. Usually, they get to shy and just say, "God loves you, sir." <br /><br />Kids are soooo funny, and their heart to give to others always astounds me. That's how we start out, and then we get calloused. Thank God for teaching me through my kids!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00378810727063128397noreply@blogger.com