This morning I was outside dead-heading the pansies while Anna Grace, Dean and Caleb played in the backyard. They started asking for the different color flowers. Dean asked for a flower so I handed him an almost dead blue pansy. Dean, looking at the flower says, "This flower is not reading his bible." I dismissed it and thought it was nothing more than the imagination of a 3 year old. However, he looks at my little pile and says again, "These flowers are not reading their bible." At this point I started brainstorming to figure out what he was talking about. Then a few minutes later he walks back over to a yellow pansy that was in full bloom and held it up so I could see it better and says, "Now this flower is reading his bible." I smiled looked at him and said, "Because he is growing?" Dean responded, "Yeah, Mama, you know, (singing) read your bible pray everyday and you grow, grow, grow..." (The Sunday school song that the Saunders have taught him this year.)
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