Bad wreck?
Bad cold?

Bad manners?

Bad acne?

Bad momma?

Colton got to lick the strawberry freezer jam bowl that I had just scraped out...now you know the rest of the story.

On my grandmother Scarbrough kitchen cabinet hangs a sign that I have always loved and memorized. It is as follows:

Thank God for dirty dishes

They have a tale to tell

While other folks go hungry

We're eating very well.

For home, and health,and happiness

We shouldn't want to fuss

For by this stack of evidence,

God's been very good to us!

With this wonderful poetry in mind, I've concoccted other little rhymes along this line. The following is one that fits this blog of my messy child:

Thank God for messy boys

They have a tale to tell

While other folk are childless

Our quiver is quite swell.

For toys askew and frazzled nerves

We shouldn't want to fuss

For by these signs of men to be

God's been very good to us!