I was going to blog about heaven today, but I ran out of time since I have to leave in a minute for tonight’s grad class. But as I’m listening to some Old Crow Medicine Show (thanks to by good buddy T.H.), I thought I’d make a quick post about a conversation I had with my son last night.
As I’m changing his diaper and putting his pajamas on, Joshua begins to tell me all the things he likes:
“Daddy, I like foo-ball (football).”
“That’s good, son.”
“I like b-ball (baseball).”
“Me, too.”
“I like bat.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I like glub (glove).”
“OK.”
“I like bah-bah-ball.”
“Great”
“I like golf.”
I have no idea where he learned this word. I don’t play golf. I don’t talk about golf. But my son likes it.
Earl Woods would be proud.
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Tomorrow: Heaven.
already & not yet 
At least he didn’t say “I like male gymnastics”.
or male cheerleading
Nothing wrong with being a “stuntman”. Except lifting heavy girls. LOL
There’s not much that Joshua doesn’t like!
At least he didn’t say he likes soccer.
Just wait until he says, “daddy, I like this girl in my class…” Wait! He already likes Avery!
That’s a cheap shot.
At least he didn’t say, “I like the Cubs!”
I knew that’d get a rise out of you, Mike!Saying he likes the Cubs would be worse than if he liked the Crimson Tide. Or the Gators.
Jamey,Don’t worry. You know Avery will always be his first love.