boy after my own heart

Sometimes I babysit my pastor’s youngest son, Joshua. Last night was one of those times I’m reminded of why I love him so much.

Here are just a few reasons:

1. He loves “sneakers” as much as I do and we discuss them every time I see him (whether I’m teaching Sunday School or babysitting) -- he has some really awesome “The Last Airbender” ones and I have Nike Lunar Glides
2. He thinks I’m smart – yes, he actually told me this last night after I explained all the pieces of an ambulance and its equipment which is a big deal in his world right now.
3. Entertaining him is easy – he appreciates the simplicity of running through a room and then sliding across the floor on your knees
4. He asks me to sing – I readily admit I have a terrible voice and usually when I sing people ask me to shut up, but Josh insists I sing him to sleep
5. The kid talks up until the very moment he is asleep – I was the exact same way (and probably would still be if I didn’t live by myself). I remember my first night of college when I didn’t have Megan to talk to and I wondered how in the world I would get to sleep because I was so used to talking until I couldn’t hold my eyes open anymore

But, my favorite conversation of the night happened to be our discussion regarding what pajamas he was going to wear to bed. It was twenty seven degrees outside. I’m one of those people who’s always cold and I have a tendency to wake up freezing in the middle of the night. So, in all my wisdom, I tried to convince Josh to wear pajamas that have long pants and a long sleeve shirt. However, he insisted that he wanted to wear shorts to bed. I tried rationalizing that it was chilly outside to which his response was “it isn’t in my house.” Ok. Then I tried compromising, telling him he could wear a short sleeve shirt with his long pants. No go. Finally, he looked at me with an exasperated expression and said “am I saying bbbrrrr?” I didn’t get it. When I asked what he meant he repeated “AM I SAYING BBBBRRRR??? Since I’m not saying bbbrrr I’m not cold so I can wear shorts to bed.” Bahahahaha. Good point, kid. Well played. You may wear shorts and a tshirt to bed.

In other news, I should have some new pictures soon… Thursday I’ll be spending Thanksgiving with a few of my church friends at Angela’s (there's about fifteen of us who don't have family here) and Friday I’m going shopping with Amber (she promised the experience would be “unforgettable” and her husband told me it would be like me taking her running).