Nighty night........

Middle of the night and I can't sleep.....again. So I thought I would tell you a bedtime story. 

When our son was 3, he liked to dig in the dirt with his little shovel. He  unfortunately liked digging right by the gate between the house and the garage, often causing problems for people trying to walk into the yard.

My husband tried to be a smart dad and had our son take his little red wagon filled with dirt and some grass seeds to the hole by the gate. Together they planted the seeds, filled in the dirt and watered the seeds, talking about the importance of not digging in that particular spot.

Later that night there was a big storm which knocked down a huge branch in our yard. It fell over the exact spot between the house and garage where father and son had planted seeds earlier that same day.

Our 3 year old son got out of bed extra early and went to check on his planting project. He opened the back door only to be confronted with the leaves and branches of the fallen limb filling the doorway in front of him! We woke up when our son ran into our bedroom jumping on our bed yelling, "Daddy, you planted the wrong seeds. Daddy you planted the wrong seeds."

Okay I can sleep now - good night....