a resurrection may be coming after all

So, tonight, as I am helping Eli brush his teeth and potty in preparation for bedtime stories, he walks to the edge of the stairs and says:

"Taunnn (rhymes with Shaun), do me a favor,"

just as serious as a brain surgeon would say, "Scalpel," and as I almost died from acute, insane laughter, Shaun came half-way up the stairs to see what our 40-year-old son needed, and then Eli proceeded to do a half-shuffle from one end of the hallway to the other, mumbling something, which I guess was the favor he needed, although we couldn't quite make it out. And then he just smiled and chuckled to himself.

Ha! Ha!

I may very well have found something to get me blogging again. Between this and his announcement in Lowe's last weekend that he had to make a 'number 3' on the potty, I could have blog fodder for the rest of 2008. We'll see.