I was cleaning up our blog this morning and found several posts that never got posted. Here’s one of them (originally written 1 1/2 years ago) – about our spirited nephew, Elijah Patz.
About sitting on the hearth in front of the fireplace – “Aren’t you hot, Elijah?” “No, I’m not hot – I’m just hot-blooded.”
At a relative’s house for Easter – “Mom, the lady of the house who does the cooking, she told me to do something, and I obeyed!”
“I don’t like Eeyore, because he’s too glooooomy.”
“Elijah, what do you want to be when you grow up?” “Preacha man.”