Making sense of our world...

I've been meaning to post a few comical interchanges with Hannah Kate recently....

1. This morning while I was getting ready in our bathroom, Hannah Kate was perusing through her dad's closet. Hanging to the right side of his door are his ties. "Daddy's bibs!" I heard her announce proudly as she tugged on them.

2. A few weeks ago, I was hurriedly trying to get everyone moving towards the door and out in time one morning. I always call, "Come on, Hank" to get him headed for the laundry room, where he stays while we're gone. And he wasn't coming so I kept prodding, "Come on, Hank". I scooped up HK's bag, her jacket, her milk, her breakfast, my purse, my jacket and was looking for my keys as we swept through the kitchen. I was also toting HK in my arms....when she spotted a little crucifix that we kept on the kitchen counter. "Come on, Jesus" I heard her say and her little fingers grasped Him up during our exodus. "That's right, Hannah Kate. We do need to ask Jesus to come with us this morning," was all I could manage to get out. Profound.