I'm just a boy...a boy who loves Jesus.
I continue to impress my parents and grandparents with tricks.  For some reason when I do things like pet the cat "gently," they get all excited, as if I cured cancer or something.  Funny how I don't get the same reaction when I lay my full 26-pound body on the cat.  They always freak out about that one.  But all is well when afterwards they tell me to point at the cats' belly buttons and I poke them in the tummy, or when they ask me to give the cats "loves" and I carefully press my forehead against theirs.

Recently I've been really getting them worked up by counting to three with them.  It's a good trade off, because they get all emotional, and on the final "three!" I get hoisted into the air...I love that!  It's a win-win situation.  Now I'm working on getting my parents to be able to count all the way to four.  It's hard work, but I think they'll come around.  They're still young.

My parents are funny.  They ask the most silly questions.  Like the other day, they pointed to the black book sitting on the coffee table and asked me, "What is this?"

"Bibble," I replied.

"And who's in the 'Bibble?'" they asked.

Duh...that one's easy.  "Dejus," I said.

My parents were so happy about that.  Daddy looked like he was going to cry...funny guy.
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