CALEB PRAYS AND SPEAKS

As you know, Dwane has been working on fixing the exhaust manifold on the truck. (BTW--the Escort wagon is done for now--I helped him fix the clutch. I'm so proud!) Anyway, back to the truck, the hardest part of the job was getting out the rusty bolts. Caleb was outside playing when Dwane was working on it last night. Dwane asked Caleb to say a prayer for him, and Caleb did so. Within five minutes, the bolt was out! There was one bolt left to go. Dwane figured he'd better ask Caleb to pray again. "God, please let Daddy get the bolt out. Amen." The second bolt came right out, too! If only we all prayed with the faith of a small child!

Earlier in the day, our cat Snuggles had been running in and out, in and out (something he's been doing since spring weather hit), until I thought I was going to fly. Caleb was getting frustrated, too, as he was the one that was often left with the job of opening the door. Finally, he said "Snuggles! You're just going to have to learn to do it yourself! I've had enough!" He was really giving the cat the devil.

This morning, Caleb woke up with bed head. I mean, serious bed head. (Wish I had thought to get a picture!) I went out to put the mail in the mailbox, and he met me at the door, in tears. "What's wrong, honey?" Through his tears, he said, "I'm not Caleb anymore." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Something's wrong with my hair, and I don't look like Caleb anymore! I want to be Caleb again!" We put some water on his hair, and he seems to have recovered nicely.