Z. told us last weekend after spending an hour with him, "I Love Uncle Scott" in her fondest, most affectionate tone with a sigh.
After being asked why, she answered ,"He scares me."
Yes Scotty, you win.
But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. Isaiah. 64:8
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I love this! I wanted to laugh so hard when she said that!!
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