At school, they say a prayer before eating lunch. Each child sits patiently with hands in lap while the teacher puts the food in front of them. When everyone has been served, she tells them to put their hands together. Eight sets of hands come together and they say a common prayer. It goes like this:
God is Great. God is Good. Let us thank Him for our food. Amen.
Kale recently started randomly picking and choosing when to say Amen when we eat dinner together. Twice, he has humbled his parents by stopping halfway through a meal and clasping his hands together to say "AMEN!".
His current version of the prayer is this: God is Great. God is Great. Amen!
A few moments ago, I put his lunch in the oven (frozen pizza, which he loves). It was quite funny that right after his non-cooking mommy put something in the oven, Kale clasped his hands and said "God is Great, God is Great, Amen!" Not sure if he was getting the prayer out of the way now so he wouldn't have to pause before eating or if he knew that its a good time to pray anytime his mommy touches an oven. Either way, he melted his mommy's heart...again.
So, Kale can pray. Its precious. Its humbing. We, as his parents, pray often. However, we also most times fail to pray before eating. Shame on us. However, I am pretty sure God sent us a precious reminder that will remind us to be thankful for our food! (and many other things in life).
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
I'm Tree
This morning, Kale got around to asking his daddy if we could go to Walmart and get a gator (as in John Deere riding gator--see post from yesterday).
In true Ep fashion, he answered his son's question with a question. He asked Kale how old he was. In true Kale fashion and an early attempt to show us his ability to lie, Kale bold faced told his daddy that "I'm tree (three)".
I nearly fell into the closet trying not to laugh. Ep had to purse his lips together in the effort not to laugh. Then he remined Kale that he was two. Then both of us seemed to let out a collective sigh at the slippery slope of parenting this child of ours. We are going to pay and pay and pay and pay again for our raising. Don't you worry. We WILL pay!
In true Ep fashion, he answered his son's question with a question. He asked Kale how old he was. In true Kale fashion and an early attempt to show us his ability to lie, Kale bold faced told his daddy that "I'm tree (three)".
I nearly fell into the closet trying not to laugh. Ep had to purse his lips together in the effort not to laugh. Then he remined Kale that he was two. Then both of us seemed to let out a collective sigh at the slippery slope of parenting this child of ours. We are going to pay and pay and pay and pay again for our raising. Don't you worry. We WILL pay!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Momma, Gator?
On Sunday, Kale had the opportunity to inspect a John Deere Gator--the kind that is made for kids. He has inspected one before. It was no surprise that he wanted it. He wanted it now. No, he was told...not until you are three. And the madness began.
He has started a war. Its not the typical 2 year old I-want-something war. Oh no. There are no fits involved (yet). There is no whining (yet). Its the kind of war that is making his mommy's ears bleed. Well, not really, but close.
All the way home from the store on Sunday, he asked if he could have the gator when he turns 3--it comes out like "mommy, gator Kale tree?". He asked non-stop...until not having a nap caught up with him and he passed out. Curious about the conversation he wanted to have on teh way to school on Monday, on the way home from school on Monday, and on the way to school today? Sure you are! I know you are! Yep, it was this:
Him: Mommy, Kale gator tree (three)?
Me: Yes, you can get a gator when you are three.
Him: Mommy, Kale two, get gator?
Me: Yes, you are two. You can't get the gator until you are three.
Him: Mommy, Kale tree?
Me: No, you are two.
Him: Kale get gator two?
Me: No, you get the gator when you are three.
At the end of our 25 minute commute this morning, I was about to lose it. We went in that circle of conversation for the ENTIRE drive. Thank you Lord that I don't have an hour commute! I would have parked and walked. Well, not really. But I would have thought about it.
I guess its only fair if I add in that he did change the subject once. Once was when we were stopped in traffic on the interestate. He told me to go. Go Mommy! I told him we had to wait our turn. And then he went back to the gator topic.
Did I mention that he isn't getting the gator until he turns 3? Did I mention that he doesn't turn 3 until October? AAAACCCCCCKKKKKKK!
I have no doubt what our afternoon conversation will be about....
He has started a war. Its not the typical 2 year old I-want-something war. Oh no. There are no fits involved (yet). There is no whining (yet). Its the kind of war that is making his mommy's ears bleed. Well, not really, but close.
All the way home from the store on Sunday, he asked if he could have the gator when he turns 3--it comes out like "mommy, gator Kale tree?". He asked non-stop...until not having a nap caught up with him and he passed out. Curious about the conversation he wanted to have on teh way to school on Monday, on the way home from school on Monday, and on the way to school today? Sure you are! I know you are! Yep, it was this:
Him: Mommy, Kale gator tree (three)?
Me: Yes, you can get a gator when you are three.
Him: Mommy, Kale two, get gator?
Me: Yes, you are two. You can't get the gator until you are three.
Him: Mommy, Kale tree?
Me: No, you are two.
Him: Kale get gator two?
Me: No, you get the gator when you are three.
At the end of our 25 minute commute this morning, I was about to lose it. We went in that circle of conversation for the ENTIRE drive. Thank you Lord that I don't have an hour commute! I would have parked and walked. Well, not really. But I would have thought about it.
I guess its only fair if I add in that he did change the subject once. Once was when we were stopped in traffic on the interestate. He told me to go. Go Mommy! I told him we had to wait our turn. And then he went back to the gator topic.
Did I mention that he isn't getting the gator until he turns 3? Did I mention that he doesn't turn 3 until October? AAAACCCCCCKKKKKKK!
I have no doubt what our afternoon conversation will be about....
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