Last Sunday, Ella Kate brought home from church a potato wrapped in brown fabric.... the baby Jesus if you haven't figured it out yet. Girlfriend was proud. She placed that baby in the crib to sleep and carried him around the house periodically. We let Parker dog in the house on Christmas cookie night because of the 20 something degree weather outside. Obviously distracted, we did not know or care where Parker had roamed to. It turns out that he also adored baby Jesus... so much that he ate him. Just check out the look of guilt in the picture below.
Ella didn't take the news lightly. A few tears were shed, but we assured her that we could make a new one. I don't always follow through with my impulse promises, but I could probably swing this one if she pulls out the old broken record complaints. I'm just glad that God is concerned with what's in our hearts, and not on our plates... Parker might be in some trouble on this one!
"Parker, what is this????"
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LOL!!!
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