Snowflake poem

There are lots of snowflakes
almost better than cakes
they are good to make
In hevens (heaven's) name
they are not the same
Snowflake poem
by Henry Olheiser

I had to get Aaron from school today. He likes to make it interesting:
"I like when dad takes me home."
And then, because he immediately realized he could be misunderstood:
"But... I like when you pick me up too. I like your mouth. I like the sounds that come out of your mouth, you know? And... I like you, your whole body. I just like you."

sometimes yes men are wrong. so wrong.

Aaron came running in to his room where I was changing sheets, "mom! mom! Peter got saved! He prayed lots of times and now he's saved like me and Henry!"

Skeptically I reply, "you know that it isn't saying a prayer that saves you, right? What do you have to do to be saved and go to heaven?"

Carson, Aaron's most enthusiastic yes man, who was up until this time just a willing and enthusiastic observer became a participant in our theological conversation with this gem: "you ask your dad to carry you up!"

I did my best to clear this up, lest you think I inadvertently led them to believe this. I don't think it worked.