Once, while we were on a trip to see Amy's folks in Texas, we stopped at a store to stretch our legs and take a bathroom break. When we walked inside, we saw a large display of polished rocks.
I love to hear Cole tell a story.
When Amy came home, she got the mail out of the mailbox and laid it on the couch when she walked in the door.
The other day I made a wonderful discovery: Chloe and Cole were diligently working on improving their handwriting skills.
When I went off to seminary in Texas, I left many of my personal belongings at my parents' house.
It would have been funny if the little boy hadn't looked so pitiful.
Chloe came to me very upset. With all the righteous indignation she could muster she said, "Daddy, Mommy won't give me what I want!"
As a guy, I think remote controls are wonderful things. I love the look and feel of them. They seem to fit so perfectly, so comfortably in my hand.
We were sitting in the sanctuary, waiting for the evening service to begin. My Bible was in my lap, and Chloe asked me if she could see it.
I'm a superhero.
It was morning, and Chloe was watching me iron my shirt and pants for the day.
As we were getting ready for church one morning, Chloe dropped a bombshell. She said she didn't want to go to church.
Chloe and Cole keep raiding the coin jar - my coin jar.
A few months ago I bought an exercise bike. Why, you might ask? Simple. We needed somewhere else to hang our clothes.
Chloe is at a stage right now where she won't listen to anything I tell her to do.
For the past few days, Chloe's been rude. She's been moody. She's been downright angry.
They play it with towels, shirts, pants and blankets. They play it with just about anything they can get their hands on. I think that's why the dog has started hiding under the bed.
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