Heading out to run errands with Mom.

"Mom, every time you ask me to clean up the toy room I get a tummy ache and my leg starts to hurt." Jessa, age 7

"Jamison, I think you have sand in your hair from the park," I say. "No Mom, maybe my just have gas," my 3 year old answers.

Most nights when Jamison says his bedtime prayers, I only can recognize every 6th word or so. Again, tonight there was much jibber jabber while chatting with the Lord but then amongst all the uninterpretables I hear the word "sandbagging." So Bismarck/Mandan, you can be assured that you are in my 3 year old's prayers tonight too.