Ella
This past Sunday
morning was a busy morning. At one point, while I
was downstairs bustling around preparing for the day, Ella made her way
upstairs into her bedroom to ‘get herself ready for church.’ A few minutes
later she came back down the stairs completely naked from head to toe, except
for wearing a little backpack stuffed full of toys, and announced in a cheerful
voice, “I’m ready, guys!” For my own amusement, I couldn’t help but make a few
quips about modesty, even though the jokes were lost on all the kids.
Later the same day, after
changing her diaper and getting her ready for bed, I was tidying things up in
the kids’ room and I must have left the diaper-rash cream (which clearly reads
“for external use only: do not get into eyes”) within her reach. Thankfully
she’s in a phase where she verbalized the details of what she’s doing as she’s
doing it. Her raspy voice alerted me with her absent-minded commentary, “I’m
putting Desitin in my eye.” Obviously alarmed, I glanced over just as she was
carefully lifting a massive, gooey, white glob of Desitin toward her eye. She was even
opening her eyes wide, determined, it seemed, to make sure it got right onto
the eye ball. Luckily I was able to dive across the room and stop her
mid-application. “No, mama,” she growled, disgruntled that I’d interrupted her
fun.
Josh
A few days back Justin
cut both boys’ hair. They always look so dapper with freshly cropped hair. The day after his haircut, I was admiring how handsome my middle boy, Josh,
was, and I said, “You look great with that haircut, buddy. So handsome.”
Josh smiled humbly and said, “I know!” Amused, I asked him, “Can you think of a
slightly less proud way to respond to someone saying you look good?” Josh contemplated
this for a moment and then confidently offered a new response to the
compliment: “Thank you, I know!’”
Jake
