Kid Talk

I love the ages my kids are at right now.
My son is 10 and my daughter is 13.
The conversations we have are very interesting to say the least.

Like last night, my daughter and I were reading (it's where you get a book, and open it and there's these things called words on the page. You sound them out to make a sentence and so on to make a paragraph. It's a beautiful thing).
She is reading Peter Pan and I, The Richest Man Who Ever Lived. Both of us are not reading for mere pleasure, but for school. I know, I know, it stinks. I would have picked something else ... hey wait, I did pick this book. Darn. Oh well.

Any way. She thought the book would be interesting. She has seen Peter Pan and Disney's Hook. Yeah. Amazing how Disney can take a book and completely change it. That's another blog.

She said she wanted to throw the book she was so frustrated. She has to answer questions for school; she's looking everywhere in the book; can't find it. "Everyone else in class has the same book but me!" (the cover on her book is different from all the others) If that were true ... Uh, that's called copyright infringement ... Illegal. But good one.

She finally found the answer in chapter one; she's on chapter eleven. Hence the reason for wanting to throw the book. I have a few books I have read for school I'd like to throw, rip apart and burn. Uh, yep, you heard me. Burn em. Have a nice bomb fire. My yard's big enough.

So she's trying to explain this book to me. She says she can't figure out who's narrating. The book doesn't make any sence. She can't understand what is going on. I wasn't following her. So she says, "Kinda like I talk, Mom." Then I understood perfectly. She tells me the end without the beginning. Like I was there or something... go figure. She'll tell me something that happened from the endpoint and then stop somewhere in the beginning or close to it. I have to stop her like a billion times to clearify and then she starts over. Oh boy. It takes a long time, but it's worth it.

My son. OH boy! He got himself into a little trouble Tuesday .... yeah, sorry all of you who love Luis. He does get into trouble. I know, I know. It's so sad.

So. He was grounded yesterday and today I left him with a thought, "Who is God and why does he matter?" Ooh. I know, I am so mean.
So I came back to the room a little bit later and he says, "God made everything. He is the king of the world and he loves me." Auw. What a sweety. I asked him if he believed that or is he just giving me the sunday school answer. He believed it.

Then he says, "I wonder if, when God made Adam and Eve and if they never believed the snake and ate the apple, would he still have made us? Would I be here?" Auw. Come on, I know you want to say it, "Aw". Good.

I told him that I think he would have still made us because Adam and Eve's job was to take care of the garden and make babies. There just wouldn't have been any sin, that's all.

He says, "I wonder if Satan would have still been a snake." Well that led us to talk about Satan and God's mercy. He told me the story of the three guys who the King gave them each a bag full of gold and wanted them to invest it. Two of them did, but one burried his bag of gold. So when the king came back and asked him where his gold was, he gave it back to him just as he had given it to him. So, my son says, "the king got really mad and threw him in jail and then the guy said, 'No no! Have mercy on me.' So the king gave him mercy and let him go. And the guy, on his way home, saw this other guy who owed him some money and he had him thrown in jail. And when the king found out, he went and got the guy he gave mercy to and threw him in jail. So, Mom, that's why we should have mercy."

I realize he got his stories a little confused, but it was cute all the same.

I learn so much from them. They teach me something new everyday.
Lucely teaches me what patience looks like and Luis teaches me what mercy looks like.
I love them more than they will ever know. Just like God loves us more than we will ever know.