Kerrigan had a bad tummy ache the other night. We have finally concluded that she gets these each time she drinks root beer (and maybe one particular brand...that's the next study). So while she was crying from the pain I told her that what Daddy and I had noticed - about it being when she drank root beer, which by the way, is her favorite pop. Her response? "My eyes and my mouth likes root beer, but my tummy doesn't!"Then last night Janae appeared in our bedroom with a bad case of nerves. As I was talking it out with her and telling her how the devil tries to get to us in anyway he can and especially when our reserves are down. If he knows we are prone to worry, he'll use that against us. But we have to pray, quote Scripture or sing choruses to get our minds on good things. And her reply? "Well it's hard for a 10 yr old to fight the devil all by herself!" (So true, my little one, so true.)
