So we're driving home from school...and here's the conversation:
Levi: Mom were you born out of Nana?
Me: Yes
Levi: and Daddy was born out of Grandma silky?
Me: Yes
Levi: So how do you become a daddy if the girls are the ones helping babies get born?
Mason: You gotta marry someone, give 'em a ring and stuff ...then you can be a daddy
Levi: So I have to marry a girl?
Mason: yeah, if you wanna have any kind of life
Me: You don't have to get married to a girl to have a life, a lot of people are happy without getting married
Mason: yeah, well if you get married you should marry a girl
Levi: A girl?
Mason: yeah, cuz boys don't marry each other, right mom?
Me: well...it doesn't happen very often, but in some places guys can get married
Mason: well, it probably doesn't happen often because there would be a big fight
Me: a big fight?
Mason: yeah, a big fight over who has to be the wife!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Why God Made Moms
So we got an email the other day that said "why did God make moms?" and it listed several answers given by second-graders, such as:
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out when we were getting born.
So I look at my second-grader and kindergartener and ask "why did God make moms?"
Levi said, "to take care of kids"
Mason said, "if there weren't moms...then once all the boys died and all the dads died... the world would run out of people"
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out when we were getting born.
So I look at my second-grader and kindergartener and ask "why did God make moms?"
Levi said, "to take care of kids"
Mason said, "if there weren't moms...then once all the boys died and all the dads died... the world would run out of people"
beautiful on the inside
A couple of years ago Mason and I were standing in line at the Starbucks behind a lady that was noticeably overweight. I looked down at Mason (he was about 5) and I was hoping he would not comment out loud. He didn't, but he was watching her. When we got in the car, I said "people come in all different sizes, don't they?" and he says "yep and God loves us all the same." I said,"that's right and how do you know this?" Mason says "well, God loves our insides, not our outsides" I say "yes, because we can all be beautiful on the inside" Mason says "yes, even if you;re tall or fat or in a wheelchair or even if you get bit by a spider and your leg rots off, you can still be beautiful on the inside!"
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