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exploring the stars with Trevy too

 
Bristel: Mommy, can we go outside and look at the moon? It's aaaamazing tonight!

 


Me: Sure

 


Trevor: Trevor, go too???

 


Me: I go too and yes

 


Bristel: Trevor, who made the moon?
 

Trevor: Jesus

 


Me: Trevor, who made the stars?

 


Trevor: Daddy?

 


Me: Nooooo

 


Trevor: People???

 


Bristel: melts into a puddle of giggles.

 

Trevor (because he can’t resist a good giggle):  Pooooooooop?

 

Me:  Now you’re just being silly.

 

Trevy: grins and giggles like a fool

 


All of us: Went outside to appreciate the moon and learn that Jesus made the stars too :)
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legomaster said…
Awww...I love it!
And the poop? Well, my Bup, probably would have given the same answer.
:)
April 6, 2012 at 2:20 PM
Nicole said…
HAHAHA! I can't wait to read this to my daughter in the morning:) She will LOVE it! LOL
April 6, 2012 at 8:17 PM
Danielle said…
M...boys and poop. LOL

Nicole...you're totally tempting me to move to FL and be your neighbor. First of all...I want to move to FL! Secondly...I know Bri and your little girl would be BFFs! Bri is Trevy's biggest fan...and is totally feeding his future comedian ideas! :P

...d
April 7, 2012 at 4:00 AM
Nicole said…
You totally should! My girls would love some new friends, homeschool friends at that! They would dote on Trevy, they love it when I read posts about him! He is a little miracle:)
April 8, 2012 at 8:47 PM
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