Today, Sherri was in the car with Josh and Josh was asking her about Halloween. This might be because when Josh and I were out the other day, we walked through the Halloween USA store. Anyway, here's how the conversation went...
"Mommy, is Halloween almost here?"
"Yes."
"Thank you Mommy!"
"Well, you don't have to thank me because I didn't really do anything, it is just that time of year."
"Oh... thank you Jesus! I should thank Jesus right now. Dear Jesus, thank you that it's almost Halloween."
"Mommy, sometimes when I'm not saying anything, I hear someone talking in my head."
"Is that just you thinking?"
"No... I think it's Jesus talking to me."
"Do you think so?"
"Yes, because I just heard him say, 'Yes Josh, it is.'"
I'm pretty sure that my son is a) a prophet, b) inhabited by something strange, or c) inherited the Whiteford crazy gene. There might be other options, but that's all I've got right now.
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I think Josh is prophetic!!! Kids don't have the junk in their heads to deal with like we do.
and lets face it, I don't think Peanuts ever thought it was Jesus.
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