Tough lesson

My eldest learned a tough lesson (for me, at least--I think for him, too) Saturday.

He stole a couple of toys from my mother's house. Not a giant crime or anything. But it's, I guess "the biggest" of his life. His mother discovers this over breakfast and they have a little talk. Then he came in and woke me up and we had a talk. We cover confession, repentance, and restitution. So we say a little prayer, I hope he meant it.

Then we go to Grammy's house so he can return it, confess, etc. I know he meant that part--he cares more about disappointing her than his mom or dad.

Tough job, but a good way to spend a few hours.