My name is Betsy. I am a child of God, a professor's wife, and a mother of four. We live on the island of Java.
The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
Mommy: “What else do we need?
Mommy: “I thought we just got some?!”
Harriet: “No, we don’t even have one little shred of a memory of a banana left!”
Mommy: “What are you building, Wally?”
Mommy: “Are you going to tell me? Or is it a mystery to me?”
Wally: “No, it’s a mystery to ME!”
O MY CHILD, I CANNOT
“Why do I always do the WRONG THINGS? I don’t want to, I know it’s wrong, I think I shouldn’t do it, and then I DO! Can you help me, Mommy?”
Looking at some prints of Rembrandt paintings hung on the playroom walls–
Daddy: Let’s look at these paintings, Wally.
Wally: Mommy and I painted those.
Daddy, laughing: Are you sure about that?
Wally: Be careful, Daddy. They’re still wet!
Mommy, at the dinner table: “Harriet, you’re eating that like a lion. Could you eat it more like a little girl?”
Wally, suddenly: “Lions eat with their hands. Lions eat with their claws!”
Mommy: “What do they eat, Wally?”
Wally: “They eat meat. They eat Africa meat! And they like chicken bones.”
HE MEANT RUDOLPH
“Hey, can we watch Nosey the Reindeer?”
THE RELUCTANT SOLDIER
“This guy doesn’t fight. He just picks blueberries.”
–Walter, playing plastic armymen with his daddy
Mommy: “Could you please get down from there, Wally?”
Wally: “I’m not Wally, I’m Batman.”
Mommy: “Okay, could you get down from there, Batman?”
Wally: “No, I’m Robin, I’m Robin.”
Mommy: “Could you please get down from there, Robin?”
Three pottery bowls that now live in a box in America. I miss you, pottery bowls.