The Sixth Commandment

My six year old son was reciting his school memory work to me:

"The Sixth Commandment: Thou shalt not commit adulthood."

Had I not corrected him, I wouldn't then have been faced with the "Mom, what's adultery?" question.

Princess Lena

Like the rest of my kids, my 3-year old daughter Lena still does not yet have an abundant amount of hair, so it's a challenge to make pigtails or anything of the sort. While fixing up Lena's hair for church one morning, I was extremely proud of what I had been able to accomplish with the hair she has.

"Wow Lena! You look like a princess!"

"I don't want princess hair! I want Lena hair!", she replied.

I do have to agree: "Lena hair" is much better than "princess hair". Now if we all could just be so happy and content with what God has given us!

Toads as Accessories

Last year on a warm spring day my then six year old was playing outside with his sister. I had the kitchen window open so that I could keep and ear on them in the sandbox below.

"Hey, Mom! Look what I found!" He yells very excitedly.

I looked out to see him proudly hold up a big ol' toad. This was not the first unfortunate toad he has come across this spring so I tried to be excited for him but at the same time expressed some concern for the poor creature.

A little while later a scream from below the window:

"Mom! Mom! I need your help...ah, oooh,...Mom, hurry! Ahhhh!"

I run outside and find him squirming around - Wiggling all over the place.

"What's the problem?" I asked scanning around for the whereabouts of the toad.

"The toad's stuck in my shirt!"

I HAD to ask!!!

Windsurfing on a Bike!

The prairie winds were blowing but since it was the first warm (sort of) day since last September, the kids still wanted to go out to play. Afraid to blow away, the girls came in a short while after and left our 7 year old out by himself. Soon I noticed from the kitchen window that his bike was in my garden. Puzzled by this, because there is (was) a fence around my garden, I went outside to investigate.

"Sorry mom, sorry!" He apologetically cries as I walked up to survey the damage. "I didn't think it would break!"

As I looked upon one of my fence posts which snapped in two, I (not so calmly) asked: "What made you think it wouldn't break?"

"It didn't break the first time I ran into it!"

Of course! How foolish of me to ask. It turns out that using a garden fence to stop you whilst windsurfing on your bike can break a pole and consequently the fence!