At least she was being quiet.

When I opened Susannah’s door at the end of Quiet Time today, I quickly noticed a strange bright yellow spatter pattern all over her white bookshelf. My brain raced to process this: not pee, not vomit, what IS that? Then I spied a similar spatter pattern on the other end of the shelf, in bright pink.

“What….. what….?” I started to ask.

“Oh, Mommy,” she started. Her tremulous voice told me that she was excited and proud of herself, but afraid she was about to get in trouble. “It is amazing. I can TRANSFORM my spit! See!”

I just blinked.

“Did you know that? If you chew up a crayon…. It will transform your spit! Into paint! Hey!!!” she got louder, exuberant in this discovery. “Jonas! Come see! I have transforming spit!”

I left to get a towel. We cleaned the shelf; we brushed her teeth. I’m still a little stunned by this one. What possesses her?! All I can say for today’s QT is: at least she was quiet up there.

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I write uplifting women’s fiction woven with threads of faith, grace, and Southern hospitality. My blog is where I share a glimpse of my life, and I hope you’ll find the thoughts here encouraging!






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