green pastures

Andrew is climbing up onto my desk, standing in front of the computer screen so that I have to peer around him to type this, and jumping into my arms. He declares:

"I'm getting down on gween pastures!"

It seems he's been listening while the older kids and I have been learning Psalm 23 during breakfast. It's good to know that God's word can even sink into the heart of a 2 year old.

And what are the "gween pastures"? Well, according to Andy, they're his mum. A bit of a theological misunderstanding, but we'll get there! In the meantime, I don't mind being thought of as green pastures.