Short and Sweet...but Sometimes NOT

I don't have much to say with this post other than the fact that I haven't set my son on the curb with a sign around his neck that says "Free to an Okay Home."  That sounds so terrible, but it's true.  I keep wondering if I will survive my son's adolescent years.  Every day hour is another shenanigan waiting to happen.  Yesterday he decided to "walk an egg" in the rain on the back patio.  Translation:  He snuck out of the house with and egg and broke it on the back patio...just because.  Who thinks of these things?  I'll tell you who.  My son.  Jeremiah.  That's who.  The same child who graced our walls with more artwork shortly after having been spanked (yes, folks, we believe in a good old butt whoopin' if it's needed) for the mural he drew in the upstairs hall.  This is the same child who wanted us to feel like we were in Hawai'i by pouring out a full jar of black sand on our bedroom carpet.  How thoughtful, right?  Yeah, it was quite thoughtful on his part especially when he thought to blame the whole thing on his baby sister...who was fast asleep. 

Oh how I love him, but I cannot fathom how God managed to package so much mischief into such a tiny little fellow.  And somehow there is still room for love, sweetness, ingenuity, generosity,  and the desire to be helpful.

Thinking on those things, maybe I'll survive afterall.