We were saying grace before our meal the other night. Chad and I asked the kids to say what they were thankful for.
Will said, “Nothing.”
Chad got irritated and asked him again.
“Nothing!”
Before WWIII broke out between Will and Chad, I turned to Sydney and asked her what she was thankful for.
She replied, “Baby Jesus.”
I guess 1 out of 2 isn’t bad?!?
