And God spoke...

A conversation from last night...

"Colter, no touch."

(the boy repeatedly grabs at the garbage can liner and wants to pull at it)

"Colter, Mommy said no touch."

(the boy runs around the kitchen, grabs the garbage can liner and puts it in his mouth)

"Colter, what did Mommy tell you? No touch. Ish."

(the boy runs around the kitchen and, once again, grabs at the liner with his mouth. Why doesn't this ever get old?)

"Colter, do you want a time-out?"

(the boy looks at me, pouts his lip and whines. He runs away as the angels descend from the sky and the chorus begins to sing "Halleluiah")

Daddy and I look at each other. "Did you see that? I think it works!"