The Black Rocking Chair

Speaking of the black rocking chair and on a lighter note...
Yesterday Lathen came to me and said in a sort of whisper, "Mom, I rocked Kieralee and sang her a song about Jesus. I laid her down for a nap. You should go look at her, she is so cute!"

I got up and went into his room where sure enough Kieralee lye in his bed all tucked in with a stuffed bear on each side of her. She looked at me and said, "Daddy rocked me, sang me a song and put me down." To which I replied, "Daddy did?" Then Lathen pipes in and says "Yeah, I'm pretending to be Daddy."

I love my kids!
And I am so glad they love each other!