Out of the mouths of Plattners

This morning as the boys were eating their cereal, Drew says to his mom, "oh, a fly just got in my milk and I ate it." Keri, aghast at the thought began interrogating him and asking him if this is true. He plays along for a few more seconds and then says, "just kidding." Not but a few moments later he burped and declared, "see the fly is letting me know he is in my tummy."

This morning Truitt carried up his "Franklin goes to school" book and kept talking about the bus on the front cover. He loves buses and began saying over and over again that he rode on a bus and he let Grandpa ride with him. He was reminiscing to this summer when he did get to ride with his Grandpa in a bus. While he has confused the facts a little bit about how it was his bus and he let his grandpa ride with him, it was funny to see him connect the dots.

This afternoon, our little intercessor named Drew, exclaimed, "God is calling my name to go pray." He goes back to his bed and prayed for his teacher and then came out to let us know. Next, he runs back again to his room and prays only to return to say, "Daddy, I prayed for you." He knows that I have been under the weather and asks, "so has God started making you feel better?" Next, he looks upwards and begins his side of a conversation with God in which he determines that God is asking him to go pray for Daisha. We have no idea what this all means for him, but he remains very spiritually interested and "in tune."

Also this afternoon, Drew came up and said the sweetest thing as he was playing. He was flying a little toy airplane, which he loves to do, and said, "Mom, I am picking up sick people and flying them to Illinois." We had little idea how much he understood of what went on with Daisha and we were touched.