Yesterday after I got out of the shower, I heard Layla screaming at my locked door, which, as it happens in my house, is not uncommon during my shower-time (can someone please explain this? my kids will be playing happily and nicely, I'll sneak away to shower for 3 minutes, and one or both will be screaming by the time I turn off the water. go figure). I dressed quickly and opened the door, and she was already mid-tattle, "Hawsey (Carson) was pullin' on meeeeeee." Me: (eyes rolling in my brain; I've heard that one before) "Aw nuts, honey. Let's have a hug and kiss it better." Then, from the depths of Carson's closed-door bedroom, I hear a little voice through Layla's sobs, "Don't worry, mommy. I alweddy put myself in Time Out." I had to laugh.
It turns out that we're all lucky no one was seriously hurt; Carson told me later that he was indeed pulling on Layla--pulled her so much that they both fell all the way down the stairs. Good grief.
Oh, and for FHE the other night, we read the scripture story about Ammon for our lesson. Carson's eyes were predictably wide and bewildered when we got to the arms-chopping part, although we tried to emphasize other, more pertinent, parts of the story (protection, obedience, etc.). But he couldn't get over it. "I NEED a new side (sword) to fight duh bad guys! My plastic pirate side is not shaip enough AT ALL." Well, we actually probably don't need to worry about fighting bad guys with swords. "But what if duh bad guys come in duh house?" Hmm, I don't know of any bad guys, but if you see one, maybe a better thing to do would be to run away or something. [editor's note: this conversation was getting more and more befuddled, and we were sincerely trying to cut it short and get back to the topic at hand, but to no avail.] "But I can't run berry fast! Dey would catch me!" Well, just remember that Heavenly Father will protect you, and--"I could ride my bike instead! I'm the FASTEST EBBER on my bike, so I would be SO FAST dat dey couldn't catch me. Duh bad guys don't have bikes!" (kind of laughing) I guess that's true. You don't see too many bad guys pedaling bikes. "Yeah, dey just have to run, so I'll be SUUUUPER fast."
Ah, the lessons of the scriptures.
6 comments:
Oh my goodness. I miss Carso's cute little voice and the darling way he says some of his words. Great job on the FHE lesson. I'm sure he will NEVER forget it. Speaking of FHE...I have an idea for you. The Good Samaritan. Paul on the ground, covered in Ketchup. You be the GS. (My parents TOTALLY did this when we were little). I still remember seeing my dad laying down "hurt" with blood stains. My parents really aren't crazy but after writing this...I think they might be.
HA HA HA HA HA! that is a great FHE story. yes - we have many lessons where i really feel like the message is in no way getting across. points for trying, right? :)
It is the best that you write the way Carson talks. I can just see his big beautiful eyes opened wide during this FHE discussion!!! Also, we seem to have a lot of swords at our house if you want to keep Carson "living" the scriptures.
I am just impressed that your kids listen during FHE. We are lucky if we make it through the opening song with all eyes and ears.
Brittney. Seriously. Get the kid a sharper sword. Now.
Frosty,
Are you still packing heat?
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