We have a picture of a couple friends of mine from the camp I worked with in Maine, who are missionaries. They visited us this past summer and gave us a picture of them to remind us to pray for them once they returned to the mission field.
Tucker LOVES this picture. He gets it off the fridge almost every day and brings it to show us, or just carries it around and talks about it. He looks at them and calls them "Tucker's friends"--before he could say that, for whatever reason, he called them Mama and Dada--and has learned their names now. He is just about addicted to this picture of people he barely met one time (he was actually very scared of them when they were here because he had just woken up from his nap!).
Once again I ask: what goes through that little head????
