A few days ago, I had the privilege of going to a water-park with my Angels and another mom and her two sons. All of the children were young--the oldest was a boy about eight.
You know how hungry swimming makes you. Well, we were starved, and so after we left the park we went for lunch. While sitting at the table--three adults, four children--the eldest boy said something I didn’t catch. His mother said, “That wasn’t my son talking.”
The boy paused, clearly thinking about that, then looked at his mother and said, “I wasn’t respecting myself.”
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