Lucy (3yo) is a creature of routine. This morning I dropped her late at daycare. Her class was already at recess. As I hugged her goodbye, Lucy looked around a bit confused, said: “I love you. Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” then ran off to play with her friends.
Lucy (3yo) often forgets her imaginary baby when she gets out of the tub at night. She then turns around once she is out, scoops the “baby” up, and places it on the ground. The result is always a wet bathroom floor. This, of course, prompts me to say: “Lucy, don’t throw the bathwater out with the baby!”
A conversation with Kathleen (6yo):
Me: You should wear these pants, they look comfy.
Kathleen: I don’t wear those pants.
Me: Why not?
Kathleen: They are fuzzy.
Me: Exactly, look my sweats are fuzzy on the inside.
Kathleen: Dad, fuzzy is so last season.
Excerpts from a conversation with Kathleen last night before bed:
Kathleen: “Dad, why did God make me with such sensitive feelings?”
Me: “I don’t know. Maybe God wanted you to be nice, and so God gave you sensitive feelings.”
Kathleen: “No, being nice doesn’t make me sensitive.”
Me: “Well, maybe you are asking the wrong question. Instead of asking why God gave you sensitive feelings, you should ask what God wants you to do with your sensitive feelings.”
Kathleen: “Dad, you really need to lighten up.”
PhD studies in theology do not prepare one for discussing God with a six year old.
On the way home from school today I was informed that, Kathleen (6yo) has decided that she likes boys (this was news to me). She asked me to help her figure out who to marry. Here is what we came up with:
Philip is kinda mean, so that is a no.
Oliver has a cast on his arm, which apparently rules him out.
Ricky threw up today, which is a deal breaker.
Tristan doesn’t always listen to the teacher, so no. (I am particularly happy with this reasoning!)
Micah is smaller than Kathleen, that puts him out of contention.
Eric goes to the safe-seat every day, this eliminates him.
Mustafa is a new kid is class, so no.
Logan has brown, kinda long hair, and brown eyes. So he is in the running.
Graham said that he likes Kathleen, which makes him a contender.
No doubt we will be sending out invitations just as soon as Kathleen is able to narrow it down to one.
The snow was finally warm enough to make a snowman tonight. Jennifer (my wife) was outside helping the girls and Lucy (3 years old) requested materials for snowman eyes. I looked around the kitchen and found two peppermint candies. I handed them to Lucy, who was quite excited. However, she apparently decided that her creation should be a cyclops, because by the time she reached the snowman she had popped one of the peppermints into her mouth. And, I would have posted a picture of the cyclops, but she soon decided that snowmen were really not meant to have the gift of sight at all.
As we cuddle, just before they go to sleep, I whisper into my daughters’ ears: “I love you, no matter what.” In my sentimental moments, I hope that in the future this message will echo in their minds at times when they are in trouble, no matter what trials they face.
I assume God does the same with all of us.