Today at church we were sitting next to the missionaries. They had an investigator come in a little late and sat down right by us. The investigator was pretty overweight and before I new it Miles said in a not so quiet whisper, "Mom, she ate too many cookies but I won't call her fat" (Miles and I have had the discussion about how we treat everyone kind and we never say mean things that would hurt other people's feelings).
Then Eli chimes in and says, "Don't eat my crackers" as he pulls them closer to his body to protect them.
I WAS MORTIFIED!! I'm still hoping she didn't hear, but that's not likely. I tried to pull out their cars and books as fast as I could before they could say anything else.
A few days ago we were going around our neighborhood on our bikes. There is always this guy standing in his driveway smoking a big fat cigar. As Miles rode by he said to him, "You should really listen to Jesus more often." The man just said, "Um, OK" and I just waived and smiled.
What's a mom to do:)