Today has been a pretty busy day and I’m not sure I’m going to get to sit down to write. We were busy making some changes here at home and then I had a party to go to. If I get to write this evening I will, but because I’m dedicated to posting everyday, I’m sharing some humor this evening. I shared this story to my personal Facebook page this morning. It’s true, every bit of it. I love my silly little girls!

It’s important to have tasteful friends!

I love Bob. We think Bob is special. We think Bob is beautiful.

Please meet “Bob”.

Now, you may be thinking, “Oh, she loves her father-in-law”. (Yes, I do) But this is clearly a case of mistaken identity because Robert goes by Rob, not Bob.

Who is Bob?

All I can tell you is he is wonderful. He also goes by the alias “Happy Face Bob”.

Bob is a cutie . . . Literally.

Bob is an orange. 🍊

My 4 year old had carried Bob around in her favorite orange bowl all day long yesterday telling me how ‘happy face Bob’ is her best friend. How he makes her smile. Then she secured him into the car and we drove him with us to Cane’s to eat dinner and she just sat there smiling at him, she was so delighted to have her best friend accompany us.

(The looks we got. 😅🤪)

Then this fairytale of a love story had a dramatic turn . . . a moment of uncertainty, of perhaps – sadness, but definitely change. One of those big climaxes in a story where you know a characters “happily ever after” isn’t going to be the same one you would have penned in for them if you’d written the script. This was the moment emotions would come crashing together like the waves of an ocean or seasons colliding, the way a best selling novel often does . . .

She asked her sister to “peel” back Bob’s old hard layers and she was full of delight to experience what sweetness he kept hidden inside.

But, Bob, you were good. You were one of the good ones. I don’t make that statement lightly, I know you were one of the good ones: I know this because the 4yr old picked through 18 other Cuties in the bag, all that looked identical to you, until she settled for you. You were ‘just right’.

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So she sat there and ate ‘on’ some of her orange slices, mostly sucking out the juices. This is a big thing, yes, we’re still in feeding therapy. But she just grinned at her “Bob” and told us of how he was her best friend. Later on we were discussing my oldest going to a friends to sleepover and Posie was upset that she felt she was being replaced. My 12 yr old said, “Okay, well Jesus is my best friend, first of all”, to which my 4 year old replied, “Well Bob is my best friend, ZOEY!”

Yeah, you tell her Posie. That’ll show her. Jesus or an orange? Well they’re both sweet so you both win . . . Sort of!?🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️😂

I’d love to tell you this is an isolated incident of my children’s weirdness; it’s not. My 12 year old (when she was 4 or 5) use to name every stinking fly that made it’s way into our house. She mourned deeply when we killed it or she found one dead, like every seven days, on a window sill. Mourned is a big word, you say? Okay, it was more of a “sackcloth and ashes” type thing, if we’re getting to the heart of it. Maybe mama’s weirdness and sarcasm finally rubbed off on them. 🤷‍♀️😆 Bless their hearts. 💕

“So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do for the glory of God.” 1 Corinthians 10:31