I just must share: A few things my grandson Jack said to me tonight on our outing:

“Grandmas don’t drive trucks.”

“Grandma, I love your truck, does it go fast?”

“Grandma, what do you do all day?”

“Grandma, why are we driving around in circles?”

“Grandma, are you positive you know where the park is?”

He’s 3!

Such innocents, but I can hear the Lord through his questions, and it sounds like,
“Where are you going?” and “Why did you take the wheel?”