Tonight getting ready for bed, Isaiah accidentally swallowed some of his flouride and was coughing quite a bit. I helped him get a drink of water and wiped up the mess. Our conversation went like this:

Isaiah: "Mommy, I love you because you always help me sometimes."
mom: "That's why God gave you a mommy, so she could help you when you need it."
Isaiah: "And, I know why God gave me a daddy."
mom: "Why"
Isaiah: "So he could never stop spending money."

HA HA. Somehow I think he was trying to convey how much he appreciates Tim providing for our family, but the actual verbage is just SO much better!