so my grandson jason was at my house yesterday, met "annie" (our pink chicken, see previous blogs) for the first time, and informed me that annie is a boy. "well, you can just call him andy" he said consolingly.
i might have known.
things are not always as they seem.
but nature has a way of revealing who you really are, in annie's case, a "coxcomb" at her- i mean his- very young age. "bata pa!" said jason...that means he's still ittle and he already has a comb.
truth there.
what's in my real nature that is bound to come out???
is it Jesus...or is it me...
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