On our ride to Lincoln this afternoon, I was driving and Lloyd was reading one of his giant books. Suddenly, he looked out the windshield with a distant, serene and zen-like look on his face.
Lauren: “You o.k.?”
Lloyd (quietly): “I…… am no longer a little teapot.”
Lauren: “*gasp!*”
It’s been such a part of his identity for so long. What now? What now?







Are you referring to this song?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MelxJ-a93js
Can I go to Lincoln with you next Sunday?
And we’ve managed to hide it from him for so long. How did he ever figure it out??
How long has Lloyd believed he was a teapot?
As near as I can figure, it started in Kindergarten.
Do we dare tell him the other things?
You mean how Thumbkin has never been lost -- he’s been at the end of Lloyd’s hand the whole time?
While no longer a little teapot, may he never forget that he is and will always be Jesus’ little lamb.
Yes, well, I am STILL not necessarily a dianasour! If that is any consolation to you Lloyd.