I have to say that she would be right! :)
Today was a typical Sunday for us. After I took a little nap I decided to soak in the tub while Tyson and some of the kids made some homemade toffee. Tyson came into tell me something when Chad ran to our door, looking concerned and saying that someone was at our house. Tyson left and I continued in my soaking bliss wondering who was at the front door.
After a few minutes Tyson came back with a little blond boy whose head was down in shame. I sat up intrigued by the current situation. "Who was that at the door?" I asked. Tyson was struggling to keep a straight face and stern voice as he replied, "The Police."
Apparently, our little genius of a son decided to dial 9-1-1. Within 5 minutes there were 3 officers and 2 cop cars outside our house. They had tried calling us back after the call, but it went straight to our voice mail. I tried not to laugh, but also felt bad for the poor officers who had to interrupt their time for nothing of great concern. In the end they ended up loving our dog and talking for a few minutes stating they understood.
I joked with Tyson that Heath now has 9-1-1 to add to his current record holdings for time outs at school, rowdiness at church, several calls to poison control and other boyish mischief!!! :) Of course Tyson said smiling, "Well, I am surprised that with 3 older kids this hasn't happened before now." So true, but Heath is a different duck. ha ha! Heath now knows when we are to call 9-1-1 and that it was naughty of him to do that tonight.
About an hour after this incident, Misha started barking and looking out the window. Chad joined ranks saying, "Hey! Someone is here."
Heath scrambled to the door yelling, "I swear I didn't call 9-1-1 again!"
It turned out to be our good friends, the Moore's, delivering us some awesome Christmas goodies. Ha!
Today our little guy was bold and bore his testimony at church in front of a lot of people. He tried a month ago, but was too shy to do it. He has been talking about it since and was determined to do it this time.
When he first got up I was afraid that he wouldn't do it or might say something not so reverent, but within a few seconds he began talking about knowing the church is true, that Jesus sacrificed for us, that he loves the scriptures and a few other sweet remarks about the Gospel and of Jesus Christ. It sure filled me with gratitude for such a loving kid. Spunk and all! We LOVE him! :)