(Jack just finished drinking his milo and wipes his mouth up his sleeve.)
Jack, don't wipe your mouth on your sleeve. I can't take you to town looking like that.
Ohhh I keep forgetting (annoyed with himself)
Go to the bathroom and wash your face and hands, ok?
(He goes and comes back.)
I'm sorry Mum, I just keep making mistakes.
No darlin, I am just trying to teach you how to look after yourself properly.
(and here it is...)
Yeah OK Mum, but your not very good at that. Jesus teaches me that.
I think you are right Jack.
Jack hugging a barrel of Jack fruit.
The simple truth learned through the mouth of my son, is that Jesus is his real teacher, just as He is mine. I am so glad that Jesus speaks to the hearts of my children.