We'll start where we left off. Where's the best place to have mommy-daughter time? The bathroom, of course.
"I know, Becky, our dishwasher is, like, totally broken, and Daddy should, like, totally fix it, but he's just sooooo busy being an amazing Godly husband and father."
"Why am I eating standing up when there are eight free seats behind me? I am so sick of this househo- oops, gotta keep sweet. Gotta keep sweet."
"Yeah yeah your music is neat, Mrs Smith, but I'm just *that* much more interested in molding this clay."
"So the square root of 169 is.... wait... why is there a plate in the way?"
"Don't ask me. I'm a Bear."
"I mean, I just LOVE having six children, but I sometimes feel like something is missing now my blessings are all growing so fast... Lord, help me to deal with this new season of life..."
"Lemme just crank this up a notch, even though such a steep gradient makes me fall down... just a reminder that God has everything under control, and if I try to change things too fast, I slip up and need to slow things down to where God would have me."
"Wait... wait... what's happening? Am I older? Oh no! Will I still be able to have children? I feel like life has gone so fast..."
"Oh, help... now I'm older I'm feeling much less secure. My Bible journal has always helped. Lord, I pray that you will continue to support my family and I in the coming years, I'm feeling somewhat lost right now..."
"I'm so thankful that the Lord blessed me with such skill in the violin so that I am able to glorify Him in so many diverse ways."
"So what if video games are a distraction and not a direct way of glorifying God? I can earn money through doing this. Blicblock is hardly going to corrupt my mind."
"I bet Mommy is so proud of me, I do my Bible journal without prompting!"
"So what if talking to yourself is the first sign of madness? I'm just interacting with God's creation."
"I can't believe Mom let me get my own place already! I am so excited to be in this new season of life and I am so ready to have as many blessings as God will give me... but I've got to find a husband first..."
"FREEDOM AT LAST! I was never much of a girly girl. God, it feels so LIBERATING to wear PANTS. I hope Mom can see that wearing pants doesn't make me any less Godly."