My Little Comedian


Early one morning, Eli came in to show me this “angry eyebrow” face he drew on his belly. All I could do is laugh…and thank the Lord that he did it with washable markers instead of a Sharpie. It’s funny how parents can pass down certain traits to their kids without realizing it. I don’t know if there’s a “draw on your body gene” but I used to draw whole families on my and my little sister’s toes. I colored on the walls, too. My mom’s prayer that I’d have kids just like me are definitely coming true.

Yesterday, I saw the peanut butter jar on the sofa. I’m like, why is the peanut butter on the sofa!? Eli said it was because he was eating it. I’ve taught him that if he wants a spoonful of peanut butter for a snack, no double-dipping is allowed. So I asked him, “You did what I’ve told you, right? Just take one spoonful, then do not put the spoon back in the jar after it’s been in your mouth?”

He said, “Nope. I used my FINGERS!”


Then he opened the jar to show me the dozens of skinny finger tracks all over the peanut butter. Guess who has his own jar of PB now?

This morning he asked if he could change his name to Joe. No reason for the request, except he thinks it would be a cool nickname for himself.

Honestly, I never know what this kid is going to do or say next! But it’s fun—I wouldn’t want him any other way!

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