i was putting colby to bed a couple nights ago and he asked me,
colby: "is there yogurt in heaven?"
me: "well, colby, i dont know if we eat in heaven (i wanted to say 'the baptists will, because when do we ever have a church event where theres not food?' he wouldnt get that joke, though.)....actually the Bible does talk about a banquet, so i guess there will be food. probably all the stuff you like; yogurt, cheese, apple juice.
colby: "are there houses in heaven?"
me: "yes. we each get our own."
colby: "and bathrooms?"
me: (humor him) "sure."
colby: "and toilets?"
me: "hmm. i don't think we'll have to use the potty in heaven."
colby: "but if theres apple juice we'll have to!!"
makes perfect sense. i couldn't argue.
last weekend we went to a mexican food restaraunt for lunch and the kids got grilled cheese sandwiches and french fries. we took home the leftovers and i reheated them the following day for their dinner. i personally wouldnt have touched the reheated soggy fries, but kids, at least my kids, will eat fries in pretty much any condition. just for the record, i reheated everything in the oven in an attempt to crisp it all back up. so i gave them each a plate with half a sandwich and some fries and colby clasping his hands together in excitement and sitting up on his knees, exclaimed, "it all looks so delicious!! i don't know where to start!"
how is it that i can spend an hour preparing a fabulous meal and get virtually no reaction (no good reaction), but i reheat a mexican food restaraunt grilled cheese and soggy fries and you'd think i just served him a giant plate of candy, or in adult terms a 5 star filet?
at any rate, i was laughing too hard to be offended.
ok one more and i'm done...
last night i was putting colby to bed, and i was kind of in a hurry because i was heading to rehearse with the worship leader for the womens reatreat this weekend. we did the usual routine, but i didnt lay with him, which a lot of times i dont, but occasionally i will if i know i wont fall asleep while doing so. :)
he was holding on to me super tight and saying,
colby: "i want you to stay! i want you to stay!"
me: "colby, i have to go sweetheart."
colby: "but i want you to lay with me!"
me: "i know you do, but i need to go to miss traceys house to sing. i'll be home soon and i'll come in and lay with you for a little bit then."
he started crying. i mean really crying, not just whining to get his way.
colby: (through tears) "mommy, friendship is like a flower. you have to care for it to make it grow! you're my friend!"
me: (doing my very best to not completely crack up in his state of distress) "you're my friend too, colby, and i love you very much. i'll see you when i get home."
colby: "ok. bye bye."
i love that kid.