For our breakfast Bible time, I read the kids the parable of the pearl of great price. Preparing myself for some deep discussion (and perhaps an opportunity to impart some of my vast wisdom to these blessed, blessed children), I asked, "Why do you guys think this man sold everything he had to buy the pearl of great price?"
Amberly: "He wanted to get a girl."
Nathan: "Do you think I could count to a million?"
Julia: "Does Jakey have big lips, medium lips, or small lips?"
Jake: "Who can make food? A robot?"
Amberly (again): "I don't know, but I think God can make me a princess."
This is exactly what I found when I went into the bathroom yesterday.
The note normally resides next to the rod of discipline itself. Could it be that Mommy's silent pep-talks have been observed enough times for a certain little guy to figure out what the note means? I wouldn't put it past him...
Miss B has been obsessed with callouses lately. Triggered by something she read in a Beverly Cleary book-- Ramona comparing callouses with classmates?--Miss Be was immediately convinced that her soft hands simply wouldn't do. She has been spending lots of time on the monkey bars in order to acheive these coveted crusts, and she's pretty pleased with them. Oh, and in her pursuit, she's gotten pretty good at the bars, too.
Yesterday after reading Psalm 8 to the kiddos, Dave was talking about how amazing it is that God would condescend to care for us, provide for us, bless us. Searching for a suitable way to illustrate the distance between God and us, he explained that it would be kind of like the President of the United States getting down in the dirt, finding a little ant, and taking great care to build the ant a castle, provide food for it, and protect it. After thinking about this for a moment, Miss B said, "Actually, I think it would be more like the President of the United States getting down in the dirt and taking very good care of an scorpion that had stung him one hundred times."