I know, I am one of those super annoying people who only ever post about their kids. Well, KID, in particular. It's not that I don't love Cana to smithereens, but she's still kinda... you know, a baby. I promise that once she's bigger and cracking me up more (rather than just waking me up), I'll be annoyingly persistent in sharing stories about her, too. Shoot me-- my kids are cute. I can't be held responsible for that.
Today, Evie was telling me about a scene in Popular Mechanics for Kids, a series they carry at our library-- and that is currently Evie's answer to life.
She said, "Mom. There was a commercial in PMK... and this man was in the hospital and he had those sticker things all over his chest..."
"Oh, yeah?" I absentmindedly replied.
"Yeah, just like me--when my heart was broken!!"
"That's right, honey," I responded, "You did have lots of EKGs."
Evie paused for a moment, then added, "Mom, Jesus GAVE me that hole in my heart so that He could walk through it and LIVE there!!!"
*Sigh* I love that girly. I mean, I realize that her theology is in need of some serious adjusting in more than one area... but come on, people! This kid is awesome.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Evie: thoughts on candy and theology
Driving in the car to the grocery store, I hear Evie in the backseat consulting her "list".
"Mom," says the wee miss, "I have a list of all the kinds of candy that we need to get for Daddy at the store."
"Oh, you do?" I question. "Is it just for Daddy?"
"Well," ponders Evie, "My dad is a good man. I think he'll share with me. So, for Dad AND me."
Dubiously I reply, "Evie, I don't know that we are going to be getting any candy at the store today."
Incredulous, Evie asks, "Why NOT?!"
"For one thing," I respond, "it's not good for our bodies. Or our teeth. Or our skin."
Evie ponders for a few moments, then counters, "Mom... I guess I will just have my rules talk to your rules."
"Oh, you will?", a bemused mama snickers.
"Yes," Evie confidently replies. "And MY rules are GOD'S rules!"
Well, I guess there's no arguing with that.
"Mom," says the wee miss, "I have a list of all the kinds of candy that we need to get for Daddy at the store."
"Oh, you do?" I question. "Is it just for Daddy?"
"Well," ponders Evie, "My dad is a good man. I think he'll share with me. So, for Dad AND me."
Dubiously I reply, "Evie, I don't know that we are going to be getting any candy at the store today."
Incredulous, Evie asks, "Why NOT?!"
"For one thing," I respond, "it's not good for our bodies. Or our teeth. Or our skin."
Evie ponders for a few moments, then counters, "Mom... I guess I will just have my rules talk to your rules."
"Oh, you will?", a bemused mama snickers.
"Yes," Evie confidently replies. "And MY rules are GOD'S rules!"
Well, I guess there's no arguing with that.
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