A few mornings ago, Gavin was being a good little boy and washing his face/brushing his teeth, without me or Scott having to covince him to do so. I looked at him and said, "Gavin, how did Mommy and Daddy end up with such a cute blond-haired, blue-eyed boy?" to which he replied
"Well Mommy didn't you just ask God for a blond-haired, blue-eyed boy?"
OMG, so cute he is! I cannot stand the cuteness.
"No Gav, I just asked him for a healthy baby, and we got you".
"Hmmm, Mommy...don't you think you should be able to request what you want? He should take requests."
The Gospel According to Gavin :)