kid-isms

The pictures are not cooperating with me, so they are stacked for your viewing pleasure.
I don't think there is anything that could have prepared me for the mind of this 5 year old. I know that I've shared some of the zingers he's thrown at me on facebook, but he's been adding to his repertoire. That's a weird word. Anyway. The questions of a spiritual nature are especially eye-opening, convicting, and make this mama's heart sing with praise. (I swear Jack knows I'm a p.k., or something, and therefore I KNOW the answers to these eschatological inquiries).
In the car a few weeks ago: ALWAYS IN THE CAR. I can't multitask like that, son. Sheesh.

"Mom, the fact that Jesus was dead, and then came back to life was a miracle." (Not asked. Just stated very matter-of-factly).

Me: "Jack, you CAN'T do things like that because you could die! Do you understand?!"
With tears streaming down his sweet face, "But I want to see what God looks like!!"

And you can't pull anything cartoon-like off on this one, either. During one of the many viewings of VeggieTales' rendition of Moses and the Israelites' leaving Egypt, aptly title "Mo and the Big Exit," well, let's just say that the plagues inflicted upon the inhabitants of Dodgeball City were more Western. (Yes, that was a horribly contructed run-on sentence). One of these afore-mentioned plagues was a tornado that ripped through the town rather quickly, for the sake of fitting all 10 into the little annoying song. It really looked more like a sand storm in the shape of a funnel cloud.
Picture it: "Mom, that CAN"T be a tornado because the sky isn't even green." And don't even get me started on my dinosaur related lectures.


My sweet Will. Where do I start? His newest thing is to tell us that things are on his list.
Me: "Okay, let's get ready to go to the pool."
Will: "Is it the one with the bucket?"
Me: "Yes."
Will: "Oh, good. That one's on my list."
His favorite picture to draw right now is of "tormados," which is so appropriate to Will's nature. He's our little whirling dirvish, but with the most sensitive, and sweet little heart. I tell him often that he has to stay 3. He's a constant exhausting joy. He has been to the ER more in the past 2 years than Jack has ever been, he eats roach tablets, and has snuck sips of Motrin that I have left out on the counter. Yes, they know us at the ER and poison control. God has been good to us in preserving our sweet little man. May He continue to see that as a good thing.

And little Emma. Our resident pepper pot. Just when I thought Will was my most active, into EVERYTHING baby, God gave us Emma. She is a little ray of overactive sunshine, and knows what she wants. She started saying Jack's name last week at my parents' house. It sounds something like "Yak," and then I ask her to say Will's name. She looks at me like, "Make me." I'm still fascinated by little girls' being pre-programmed at little sassy pants. God is amazing. Life is amazing.
These 3 will be grown and gone before I turn around, and I know that for a fact because Jack starts kindergarten next month. Where have these 5 years gone? How can I not savor every minute of them?
Happy Friday. Hug those kids, y'all.