Overheard

Jacob and a few of the other kids have imbibed of my feelings toward winter.  Looking at the freshly fallen snow, Jacob lamented:  "How can white make you feel so blue?"

Ben, Joe and Jacob were discussing their futures over dishes the other night.  Jacob asked Ben how many children he would like to have.
Ben responded, "Eight."
To which Jacob further prodded, "How many boys and how many girls?"
"Four of each," replied Ben.
"Let me guess," I piped in, "Are their names Jacob, Hannah, Benjamin, Joseph, Isaac, Sarah, Mariana and, I don't know, Sammy?"  (Sammy is our dog.)
At this point, Joseph felt the need to speculate on his future:  "I'm having three kids.  Any more is just too hard.  In fact, if my wife has four, I will die in childbirth."
We then dared to ask the names of these three lucky children:  "Jonah, John and a feisty little girl on the end, Joanne."  Have mercy.

Isaac prayed a morning offering the other day.  Part of this prayer is, "Lord, use me today for your glory."  Rather, I heard the following:  "Lord, use me today for your goalie."  Fair enough.

Sarah, after she found out that what we were having for supper was not to her liking, "Mom, can you and dad please go out for supper."

Mariana, every time she hears the phone ring or someone yell from a different room:  "Yeah?"