Well, now we're down to three chickens. We caught the neighbor's dog in the act. We're praying about how to handle this in a Christ-like manner. Paul came in the house after he closed up the remaining three chickens in their house and sat down on the floor next to me as I nursed Jude. He said,"I need a big hug from Bernie" (his favorite big stuffed dog, who lives at Grandma Dianne's house). "And I need an even bigger hug from Daddy," he said. Poor little boy. Hugs from Mama aren't the same.
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