Six-Year Old's Jots

Somebody broke something, but I did not know who. I suspected Miss Playful Princess was the guilty one but she did the boy-scout honor saying "I have NO IDEA who did it, Mom. I am not lying!"

 I spoke seriously about the consequences of lying with both my six-year old son and my four-year old daughter. I said they could think about it and I would come back and ask again about what happened to the broken closet door.

My son piped up, "Um, well, I am trying not to lie. Um, let me think. Um, well, I think something happened when I..." and he spilled the beans and told the truth that he was the culprit. I just loved that he was "trying not to lie".

The next day...

The little two-year old brother was being, shall we say, DIFFICULT to his old brother. The six-year old kept beating his head agaianst the wall in his attempts to reason with Mr. Little Man and finally he lost it, "I am trying to think of a word you understand, but you don't understand any words!"

So there. Hmph. That just about wraps up what it's like to reason with a two-year old.

Later on... I asked the kids if they had prayed for someone who was sick. Princess said yes and the boys said no. I commented on how cool it is that we can pray in our heads without saying anything outloud and God can still hear us. My six-year old wisely pointed out, "Yeah, and God knows everything about us. He knows what we are going to do. God know our story already."

I just loved that.

The End.

:The Six-Year Old