Lately, as we pray before each meal, Tyler says, "Mommy, thank Jesus for the cows."
Okay, little man. I'm not sure where this ritual came from, but he has fully claimed it. Before every meal.
(Who am I to tell him what to be thankful for? And so, "Thanks, Jesus, for the cows.")
In other news, I think Tucker has three imaginary friends: Jason, Jeffrey, and Sir.
He tells me they are tall, five years old, and they look like King Jesus.
(Never a dull moment.)