Tonight we where having us a little family worship time.  We were singing our favorite children’s songs.   The kids love the song “Lord’s Army”   All of a sudden Ben starts singing the song with different words.  

I may never eat a chili taco

Ride a donkey oh, so, slow

Take a nap in ol’ Mexico

I may never wear a big sombrero

But I’m in the Lord’s Army!  Arriba!

Somehow I just don’t think the song is politically correct that way, son.

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Until tonight this is how we sang the song:

I may never march in the infantry,

Ride in the calvery,

Shoot the artilary,

I may never zoom over the enemy, but

I’m in the Lord’s Army – Yes Sir.

I’ve been hearing this a lot lately.  Anything that we do, Missy Becca wants to be right in the middle of it “helping”.   It takes extreme patience on my part to let her help, because a lot of time I’m in the “let’s get it done right now” mode.  

Her are some of her  favorite things to help with:

folding laundry – which means she takes a shirt and just wads it up and puts in on the right pile of clothes for each family member.

cleaning out the lint trap - she loves to do this.   She actually is very good doing this and can even put it back in correctly.

vacuuming- this makes me laugh, when I get ready to vacuum she runs and gets her play one.  Most of the time I’m 90% done by the time she gets her toy into the living room.

cooking – she drags her big ol’ chair into the kitchen and wants to stir, cut or “help” anyway she can.  

Having a little helper makes me slow down and remember that these times are special, because in just a few years she might not be so willing to help, I should take the help while I can.