Lately, I've been on Shelby about Being the Light, to shine her little light of Jesus all through school.
Today as with many other I yelled "be the light!" as Shelby's got out of the car and headed into her middle school.
From the back seat:
Bekah: Be the light? What you mean by the light?
Me: I want her to shine the light of Jesus through school.
Bekah: There are already lights in the school. It's not dark.
Then the rant begins....
Look Mom, that car has lights.
All cars have lights.
Shelby's not a light.
She's a girl like me.
I don't have a light.
Lights have lights mom.
You shouldn't call Shelby a light Mom.
She's a girl.
Not a light.
Thank you Bekah for getting that straightened out for me.