The following scenario was from many years ago. It took place when my grandsons were about four and five.

Sammy, the younger child, is playing with a little cross.

Danny “Pretend you didn’t want it,” as he reaches for it.”

Sammy: “Pretend I did want it but I let you play with it.”

Danny: “Pretend we share.”

Sammy: “Yeah, because we’re brothers.”

They sat down on the floor and began to play together.


NKJ Matthew 18:3 “Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven.”

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. Gary Fultz says:

    Wow, they are better brothers than my grandkids…(don’t let them see this)

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