It was another typical Sat. afternoon - the whole family was at Grandma GG's (Grandma Raber's) enjoying our weekly meal of mashed potatoes, noodles, ham, green beans, corn, homemade rolls, etc...(am I making you drool yet??)
Before everyone dug in we bowed our heads in prayer. Through the whole prayer I heard Max's little voice mumbling make believe words (just trying to be onrey!!!). When the prayer ended and I turned around to give my sweet angel the most stern look I could muster up - this is what he claimed:
"MOM, It was in Spanish!" with a look of pure innocence.
Everyone had to turn their heads and cover their mouths to keep from cracking up laughing. How in the world am I gonna handle this kid for the next 15 years? It would help if he wasn't so darn charming:)