Our 11 year-old son, Indy, cracks me up. He has such a dry sense of humor and a very quick wit. This thrills me because hubby and I are both like that and are forever cracking each other up. Everyone else thinks we're wacko, but nonetheless, God knew what he was doing when he put us together.

Anyhow, yesterday Belle (9) realizes that she's lost the small cross that goes to her necklace. It sits inside a circle and dangles there. Well, she's devastated and unfortunately Indy did not share in her pain. Though I enjoy his humor, his lack of compassion is something we are working on. Anyhow, we are trying to think of when she last remembers it there and feel it's probably at home. We drop Indy off at guitar lessons and head off to Target. While in there Belle stops because her shoe is hurting her. Low and behold, there is the cross in her shoe! She's so, so happy because Grandma and Grandpa gave it to her and it was special.

We go back and pick up Indy. Immediately Belle is saying, "Guess what? We were in Target and my shoe hurt me and it was because my cross was inside my shoe!!" Indy's response was, "Yeah?...Well, Jesus is everywhere." Had I been drinking something it surely would have shot out my nose.

I needed to share this to keep a memory of it for myself.

Jennifer :)