to call me "mother most beautiful among all women".
(All in jest, of course!)
The way Jonathan says it, though changes the whole meaning . . .
"Mother, most beautiful bug woman".
(Serves me right.)
The other day, Jonathan was passing out our family worship folders
but couldn't read the names on them.
We could tell that he felt self-conscious at not being able to read,
so we made a game out of it:
whose ever folder you got, that's who you got to be for the morning.
Daddy got to be David, I got to be Emily, Annie got to be Molly and so on.
We were all laughing and enjoying it.
Then he handed Molly a folder and she squealed,
"Yay, I get to be Jonathan!"
He smiled (kind of) and started to walk away,
then changed his mind and very seriously turned around,
took back the folder and said,
"No, I want to be him."
We all burst out laughing!
The other day I was sipping a blended coffee that I made at home.
Jonathan kept bugging me,
"Can I have a little of that?
Can I just have a little of that?
I want a little of that" on and on.
Finally I let him have a little sip.
And without missing a beat and very seriously (he wasn't trying to be funny) he said,
"Can I have a lot of that?"
The other day, while helping Molly with her bath,
we were talking about what a good mom she will make one day
and how fun she'll be.
Somewhere in the midst of the conversation,
she mentioned that her husband "won't be a pastor".
My heart sank.
"Oh no! Is it happening already? Could she really somehow resent being a PK
and has vowed never to marry a pastor?"
Despite my fear and questions, I responded calmly,
"So, you're not going to marry a pastor?"
She looked at me with the innocence of a 7 year old and said,
"Well, Mom . . . we'll be going to your church."
Never assume . . . .(smile)