A few mornings ago Alexander woke up saying his chest hurt him. He was a tad bit bent over like he was an old man. I kinda got panicked but then remembered he is the master of hypochondria.
I asked him where it hurt, how it hurt, etc. I listened to his heart beat - it sounded normal and in rhythm. Maybe he slept on his side wrong and his muscles were hurting?
Alexander: "Nah, I slept good."
Momma: "Well lets just lay on the couch for a few minutes and see how you feel."
Alexander: "Mom, I think my heart stopped beeping last night."
Momma: "Oh, really?"
Alexander: "Yeah, I think it's broken in two."
Ring, ring: Momma:{Insert panicky voice now} "Chris, Alexander woke up in pain in his chest. I'm kinda worried but don't know what to do. Do you think I should call the pediatrician, go to the ER?"
Daddy: "Well Babe, what's he doing now?"
Momma: "Climbing on the living room table. Have a good day, babe. I'll talk to you later. GET DOWN OFF OF THAT TABLE!!"
Momma: "Alexander, let's pray for your chest to feel better."
....A few minutes later after fussing at him to get down off of the table A.G.A.I.N.
Momma: "Alexander, how are you feeling?"
Alexander: "Good, I'm almost healed."
Momma: "Oh yeah? I think Jesus has already healed you. We claimed it in His Name, remember?"
Alexander: "No, not yet."
Momma: "Not yet?"
Alexander: "Nah, He hasn't made it here yet. But, He'll be here soon and I'll tell you when He is."
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