I swear! I think something happens at our breakfast table to transform my children into comedians. Maybe I’m feeding them something they shouldn’t be eating. After a round table discussion about being a family and loving each other and how much we love each other and how there are no enemies in our home, I cleverly piped up with how the only enemy in our home was our sin and how we battle against it. Asher’s boisterous response?
Hands raised in victory: Yeah! It’s like we have guns in our tummy to kill it! (I just shake my head. What else can I do?)