Restoring my faith in kids...

Working at Hobby Lobby can sometimes feel like birth control. Kids are constantly screaming or throwing fits. It's a bit ridiculous. But the other day I met a little boy that made me want to have my own kiddos some day. His name was Levi. He's two years old, and I found myself having a full-out conversation with the little guy. The best part of the night was when he told me his mother had a choo-choo in her belly. Evidently he went to the doctor with his mom and heard the sonogram. His parents didn't really know how to tell him about the little baby, so when he said the heartbeat sounded like a choo-choo they just went with it. That's all I have to say about that. How cute is that? And I'm not even one of those, "Oh look at the baby!" types.