Really?!

The other night we had Chicken Express for dinner. I know, I know greasy, fast and fried = healthy! Anyway, we had some left overs and Eric wanted to take them with him to work. So he is getting the cold stuff together and I asked if he would also like to take a biscuit. His answer 'Sure why not.' So I get the biscuits knowing that there were two in the bag that were half eaten and two in the bag not. So I pick up a biscuit and it has a bite out of it. It wasn't me and it wasn't Eric. We put it back, got the other one and went on about our business. Well later that morning on the way to take Jacob to school he blurts out:

J - 'Mommy!'
M - 'Yes Jacob.'
J - ' I took a bite of biscuit last night while you were sleeping!' (He and Thomas were not up when Eric and I found the biscuit with a bite out of it!)
M - 'You did! Why?'
J - 'Because God told me too!'

So apparently God is talking to my son at night and telling him to get up and eat. That would explain the earlier post where he got up and tried to fix himself a snack in the microwave and why I keep finding his sippy cup in bed with him. He is something else I tell ya!

Lord thank you for giving me my two crazy boys. I wouldn't want it any other way. Thank you for everything you do for us. Please watch over and take care of them and us. (I know you do) In Your Name - Amen