or maybe it’s Laugh, Live, Love
or Live, Laugh, Love
In Hobby Lobby a few days ago, Sidney and I saw a wall hanging with those words. Sidney looks at the wall hanging, puts his arm around me and says, “I laugh with you, I live with you and I love you.”
“You’re a nut,” I say, trying not to succumb to the charms of a 9-year-old boy. “But you’re a sweet nut.”
With complete seriousness, he asks, “Like a cashew?”
“You’ve been taking charm lessons from your father,” I tell him.