Frank this week

Riding in the car:

"Mama, if I was Jesus...I would die for your sins. But I'm not Jesus. So I don't have to do that."

Conversation:

Frank: "Mama..Mama..mama. You've got to see this. I found this biiiiiggggg rock in the dirt when I was hooking that hooking thing outside, and I asked God to help me pick it up. "

Me: "And? what happened?"

Frank: "He did. See it."
Then he shows me an ugly rock smaller than a tennis ball that he puts inside a long, narrow cardboard box and we admire it with a flashlight. 

Transcript of latest song - recorded on michael's phone:

"White airplanes fly.
Airplanes really fly
Airplanes
Airplanes are like birds.
They're like birds
birds up high.
Airplane, airplane, airplane, airplaaaane.
the end."

Baxter Springs, Kansas