I sat down at the computer last night to be confronted with a game that one of the boys had left running. It was one of those games where you shoot stick bad guys and they bleed a lot. The point was to kill as many bad guys as you could with one shot. For being just stick guys it was pretty gruesome. I played it for a few minutes. Justice kept telling me that it was "his game" and that he wanted me to quit. His repeated argument cracked me up though.
"Jesus made that game for me, Mom! Jesus made that game for me!"
Storytime: Breaking Bones - When I was in third grade, I wanted nothing more than to break a bone. I didn't care if it was a foot, leg, wrist, or arm--I just wanted an injury that wou...
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