Showing posts with label Paul Says. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paul Says. Show all posts
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Paul Says
I want to be a coach of football when I grow up because coaches can play really well and I'm already a good thrower.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
How much time have you got?
Paul: Where do words come from? I mean where do we get the words microwave and tree and house?
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Paul on Shakespeare
Paul: "Double double toilet trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble."
Coker can't stop laughing. He's never been prouder.
Coker can't stop laughing. He's never been prouder.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Look, I'm wearing Power Ranger Underwear
Paul is the subject of much of my conversation, but today his Sunday school teacher had a story to tell about him. She keeps a mental list of things she's said that she never would have imagined having cause to say. On this list are things like, "you have to finish your french fries before you get any ice cream" and "don't lick your sister." Today Paul helped her add to this list.
One little boy in class went to the bathroom and came out with his pants down to show off his Batman underwear. Paul, not wanting to be outdone, tried to pull his pants down just in back to show the Red Power Ranger on his undies. As Paul unsnapped and began to unzip, his teacher imagined a class of pantless 3-year-olds. She found herself declaring, "we don't take our pants off in Bible class."
So, Paul adds richness to the life of everyone he meets.
One little boy in class went to the bathroom and came out with his pants down to show off his Batman underwear. Paul, not wanting to be outdone, tried to pull his pants down just in back to show the Red Power Ranger on his undies. As Paul unsnapped and began to unzip, his teacher imagined a class of pantless 3-year-olds. She found herself declaring, "we don't take our pants off in Bible class."
So, Paul adds richness to the life of everyone he meets.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Shhh...
Paul spent one day a few weeks ago asking me “why?” Tonight, he climbed all over me at the VBS opening show asking question after question. “Where did he go?” “Who is that?” “Is that Pharaoh?” “When will she stop singing?” “Is that a baby?” “Who said mama?” "Where is Sean going?" "Is it over?"
I thought they were just supposed to ask why.
I thought they were just supposed to ask why.
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