Fur-Phobia.

I don't really have memories of story time growing up. I loved to read, but don't recall us doing that as a bedtime ritual at our house. I'm probably not really very good about reading to my kids, either, if I'm honest. I can barely get them to sit still, much less me.

But for some reason, every night, Merrick asks for Billy to read to him. (It may be a stalling technique...but beggars can't be choosers) He loves for Billy to read his kiddo Bible to him. Which he calls "Geesh". I always knew God had a lot of names, but that's a new one to me.

Merrick just sits there, listening, asking questions...one night the big issue was a sudden fear of John the Baptist, who was pictured wearing fur. Merrick kept asking, "John the Bassik bite me???". Either Merrick is going to grow up and be a vegan, or assumes all individuals wearing fur (dogs, cats, rich ladies, disciples) can  bite.

We assured him John won't bite, for various reasons, and thankfully have moved on. But either way, I'm glad that he's listening, and learning, and getting some good quality time with his daddy. I may have to put away my faux-fur lined vest this fall, however. ;)

Check out more shots at Mamarazzi Monday, and fatmumslim