COMPENETRATE???

I hate the word penetrate...for obvious reasons so when my son graciously offered up his newly-made-up word "compenetrate" during prayer last night, I nearly hurled. Don't get me wrong, my son is a genius (if I do say so myself) but what in the world could compenetrate possibly translate into? After some polite prodding on the use of this ghastly word I learned that what he was really trying to say was concentrate...fabulous word (and one he probably hears slip from my mouth often when he is doing homework or trying to concentrate on "holding it"). Anyhow, what may be equally funny about the whole situation was what he was prayerfully asking for in the first place. "please bless that Nixon can compenetrate and not be sick anymore" as if Nixon's concentration can cure him! Kids say the funniest things and it seems like my kid says more than what's normal. It keeps us laughing!

And for those of you familiar with my space bags post...my son has now moved on to Proactiv infomercials....he is hoping it can improve the red "blotchiness" on his baby brother's face!

here's some Nixon eye candy for you all (mostly for me, but it's my blog and I like looking at him). Talmage is just being himself in this last picture...bored with eating, might as well sleep!