Deep Thoughts From Caedmon

One night as we were getting ready for bed, I told Caedmon to go to the potty one last time.

Caedmon: “Momma, will you come with me?”

Me: “No, you can go by yourself.”

Caedmon: “But Momma, Jesus died on the cross, you can come to the potty with me.”

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While taking Caedmon to a Half-Caf Bathroom…

Caedmon: “Momma, give me some privacy.”

Me: “I will, but I can’t go out. I have to stay in here.”

Caedmon: “Then stand behind me and don’t look at me.”

Me: “Alright.” (I turn my head to look at the door instead of him.)

Caedmon: “Why are you looking at the door?”

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Me: “Caedmon, I’m not going to fuss at you about eating your lunch today. Please just sit there and eat like you’re supposed to.”

Caedmon: “Ok, Momma.”

Five minutes later, Caedmon: “Momma, I want you to come fuss at me about my lunch.”

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After we moved, my tendonitis was acting up, so I put my wrist brace on. Caedmon asked a zillion questions about it. The next day, he asked again…

Caedmon: “Momma, why are you wearing your brace?”

Me: “We talked about it yesterday. Do you remember why I’m wearing my brace?”

Caedmon: “Yes! Because your brain hurts.”

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Quoting Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, Husband said, “You chose wisely.”

Caedmon: “No Daddy, I chose Sprite.”