And God spoke...

Today, Scrappy and I were in the car coming back from physical therapy. It was just the two of us and it was so nice.  We talked and giggled and had a great time.

He looks over at me and says, "Mom, you need to be quiet, I need to talk to God."

I agree and turn the radio down and sit and wait for Jake to finish his commune with the Almighty.

Scrappy mumbles under his breath for a little bit and the tells me he is done and I can talk again.

I ask if he feels better now. 

He tells me he does and that, "God told me I could have a Chuck E Chesus (rhymes with Jesus) birthday party."

Great...now what am I suppose to do?? How do I convince him that maybe he misunderstood God. 

I guess I should start saving-huh??

Have a great weekend...Dallas