Aidan: Are the streets in heaven really made of gold?
Me: I believe so
Aidan: Then I hope I die with a jackhammer
Aidan: (while shopping in Canton) This is even MORE boring than Wal-Mart (to which a couple of men standing around waiting on their wives whole-heartedly agreed)
Ella: (after her daddy bought her new toothpaste) My daddy is perfect. He's a great guy.
Ella: Mommy, will you paint my finger tails?
Aidan: I'm not even 50 yet and my back is killing me!
Ella: (while pointing a rubber band gun in my face) Stop singing, or I'll shoot! (I didn't realize my singing was that bad!)
Ella: Mommy, you're my hero, my herooooooooooooo!
Mommy: Look, the windshield has a chip in it.
Ella: A chip? I can't eat a windshield! That's yucky.
Aidan's friend, Cade: I was thinking last night that when we grow up, we should live together in a RV and go around the world talking about God.
Aidan: And we could make lots of money and give it to God
Cade: But, we could keep some of the money
"But as for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more. My mouth will tell of your righteousness, of your salvation all day long, though I know not its measure." Psalm 71:14-15
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