One generation shall commend your works to another, and shall declare your mighty acts.
Psalm 145:4
My son and his wife flew in for a few days before leaving for Germany. They brought with them their two beautiful baby girls.
Apparently, me playing with the babies all through dinner affected Boone. I was a little taken back how much. Boone played with all his siblings and cousins the entire time I held the baby girls. I didn't hear a peep out of him. Then all of a sudden I heard Boone softly say, "Good thing for me you don't have any babies."
Next morning:
Boone: "I had a bad dream Mom."
Mom: "What was it?"
Boone: "Well, we went shopping and you forgot to tell me to stay with you. I got kidnapped. I did everything you told me to do. Then, you go and get another baby. Guess what you named him?''
Me: "What did I name him?"
Boone: "Junior Boone."
