Talkin'

Luke still stays in his bed every morning until Kevin or I go in to get him. Shocking, I know!

Yesterday I went in to get him and he was in the middle of his full size bed under the sheet. He looked like an orange ghost. (His sheets are those orange stretchy tshirt kind of sheets).

Mom: Luke, what are you doing under there?
Luke: I talkin'
Mom: You're talking? Who are you talking to? (I figured he would tell me Rocky, his favorite stuffed dog.)
Luke: Bebus (this is how he pronounces "Jesus")
Mom: You're talking to Jesus? What are you telling him?
Luke: Dat I wuv Him.