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Random Acts of My Children

Everyone loves to hear the random and silly things that come out of the mouths of my girls. So today I decided to document some of them for you.

     One night I was watching the 10 o'clock news. My brother was in a Columbus hospital with pneumonia and Mom was with him. The girls were in bed and I THOUGHT Courtney was asleep. After a news story about the many recent shootings in Columbus, Courtney came out in tears and worry. "Mom, I'm just so worried about Grammy and Caleb. I'm afraid for their safety! The news said there was a recent increase of violence on the streets of Columbus." I took a few minutes to explain things to her, calm her poor worried heart, and sent her back to bed.

     We were at Walmart one Spring day last year. We decided to go look at all the different seeds they had for gardening. The girls wanted to identify each plant by it's picture. They identified each correctly. It was so much fun. We were at the packets of bean seeds, and we passed a package of yellow wax beans, to which Jenna yelled out with joy "French Fries!!!"

     I had bought a new curtain rod for my bedroom. Weeks went by without me putting it up. Finally one evening I got motivated to take down the flimsy light metal rod that the girls had broken, and put up the nice sturdy one. To reach the top of my windows (I have over 8ft ceilings and ceiling to floor windows) I had to stand with one foot on my desk, and the other on my little file cabinet. I was straddling a 2.5ft drop. Courtney walked in and said "Mom, we don't have enough money to pay for a funeral." I turned and gave her the "mom" look, to which she said "I love you." and left the room.

    While working on phonics last year with Courtney for Kindergarten, I was writing down words for her to sound out. I wrote down the word "men" and said "What does this say?" She sounded it out and blended it together "It says men." So I erased the "e" and changed it to "man. "What does it say now?" Courtney looked at it for a second, looked at me and said "Women!"

    One day about 2 years ago we went to Wendy's for lunch with our friend Ashley. As we were walking in, the rug in the entry was covered in white fluff that looked like feathers. Jokingly, I said "It looks like someone killed a chicken in here!" We got our food, sat down and began to eat. Courtney pulled out one of her chicken nuggets, held it up and exclaimed "Someone really DID kill a chicken!"

     Role playing is very important for childhood development. My children must know this and take it seriously, because that is all they want to do. I never know what to expect. Business meetings in their "office", cowgirl spies, animal hospital, animal orphanage. . . always changing, always entertaining to listen in on. One day Courtney and Jenna were playing King and Queen. I overheard Courtney telling Jenna "My mom died a few moments ago. The robber came and killed her, and I didn't know what to do, so I slapped him and then he killed me."

     Courtney likes to draw and color illustrative pictures, and then tell the story behind them. One day she came up to me with a picture she drew of lava. Pretty much a page covered in red crayon. In her most dramatic and serious voice, she said "Mom! Do you know what this is?! It's LAVA! and do you know what it does?! IT KILLS THE HEART OF LOVE!! and do you know who makes it do that?! THE DEVIL!! So we have to pray that God will STOP the lava!"

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