The Rack of My Salvation

I learned in church that Jesus, you know, the San of Gad, is the rack of my salvation. And here all this time I thought it was rock, but rack makes so much more sense! After all, you can hang stuff on a rack, like your sins, or your faith, for example. But rock, well all that comes to mind is “dumb as a rock.”

Ethan now has a potty seat and Roseli is trying to encourage him to go potty in the toilet. Today, he sat naked for a while on the toilet, saying “Mommy, I’m going potty!” which really meant, “I’m sitting on my potty seat.” He got bored and got off the toilet to play, when he peed on the bathroom floor. Roseli said he froze, not knowing what to do, then he said, “Mommy, I shee-shee!” (which is Portuguese for pee.)