A bottle dropped off the night stand onto Kaedmon’s head. No biggie, but it startled Kaedmon and he burst out into tears. Sammy ran into the room and without a moment’s hesitation asked:
“What’s wrong with Kaedmon, Mommy? Did he think you were a giant?”
We do this thing with the boys. When they ask questions that they obviously know the answer to, we always say:
“What do you think?”
and they give us the obvious answer. Yesterday morning I was fixing their breakfast. Noah runs in the kitchen and asks (as I pull the milk out of the fridge):
“Is that the milk?”
I say:
“What do you think, Noah?”
He pauses, sighs, and says:
“Just say yes, Mom”
We had a Sunday school fellowship last weekend. We got together to eat and watch a movie. A lady had those circle cookies in the shape of an O (I don’t know what they are called) that you can put around your finger. She told Noah to make a 1 with his finger so she could put some cookies on his finger. After he did it, she said:
“Is Jesus #1?”
Noah was very focused on the cookies. He wanted them and that was all he was concerned with. Without even thinking twice, he blurts out:
“No, he is always the same!”
Noah’s catechism question this past week was:
“Does God ever change? No. He is always the same!”
He he.
Lastly, in the car a few nights ago, Noah made us aware of “the rules”. Now, we have no idea what they are rules for, but here goes:
- You never go to the ocean without a man who has a boat that is safe.
- You never go into a person’s house because he might a bad guy that hurts you.
- You never cut up a telephone pole cause it might hurt.
- Lastly, you never touch your Grandma’s stuff cause she doesn’t like it and might get mad at you.
