Psalm 8:2a

So I got to help watch the kids during care group last night. The newest addition to the group, Maggie Boyle, wouldn’t smile no matter what anyone did. Grownups and children alike failed miserably at inducing any facial merriment.

Being the “baby whisperer” that I am, I swooped in to the rescue. After holding her for a while, I sat down in a chair with her on my lap. Mesmerized by my charm, she cracked a smile—several times. Yes, I saved the day once again.

And then she spit up on my shirt and my hand.


Very funny...from the mouth of babes...hilarious!