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."