A Journey in Inept Parenting
There are so many times when the kids say or do something that I’m not equipped to handle correctly. I thought, since everyone knows I spend all my time writing the other blog right now, that this would be a fun and easy outlet for me. I’m getting tired of coming up with coupon scenarios.
Yesterday, as I plopped into my seat after running around the van buckling seatbelts and fending off slaps (from Addie, who did not want his seatbelt) Caden asked me,”Is Jesus in my juicebox?” I paused, keys en route to the ignition, to look at him.
“Why do you ask that? Umm, no, I don’t think Jesus is in your juicebox.”
James chimed in, “But, I told him Jesus is EVERYWHERE!”
“Well, yeah, I mean, God is everywhere…in our hearts….and He’s all around us….and- but he’s not in the juicebox.”
Was that wrong? I don’t even know. Maybe Jesus is in his juicebox.
The Art of Making Do 
Was the juicebox grape juice?
Yes, that would make a difference. Jesus is *never* in cranberry juice, for instance, and is rarely in apple juice. He is always in orange juice, grape juice and gin & juice.