It should come as no surprise to me, a lover of words, that my children also seem to love them.
Here are two examples from this week:
Sometimes we just play with rhyming words and sounds, even if they aren’t really words. Corban started rhyming with Sodor (the island where Thomas the Tank Engine lives) and came up with Mordor (check my spelling on that). Which made me giggle thinking about Thomas as the next Hobbit or Lord of the Trains.
Izzy is in that stage where she hears everything and sometimes you don’t know what she’s heard until later when it comes out of her mouth. On her way to watch a high school soccer game with Daddy, she opened the conversation with “Daddy, how did you and Mommy meet? Where did you get to know each other? We don’t have a chance to talk about these things.” Too cute.
This doesn’t exactly have to do with words, but it makes me smile after the fact. At the time, I was hopping mad. I went to the grocery store. By myself, which is rare and usually makes for a less stressful trip. On this particular day, I came out of the store, loaded my groceries, which included milk and frozen veggies, only to find that I was blocked in. I had parked across from a cart corral and behind me was a car with two ladies in it. They were talking to another lady (a friend, I presumed) who was leaning in one of the windows. On the side of the car were the words: “If you died today would you go to heaven or hell?” In one of my least Christian moments, I was tempted to help one or all of them find out. I wondered what would happen if I just reversed slowly. I didn’t want to be rude, so I didn’t even politely ask if they could please move. Honestly, I didn’t want to talk to them because I thought I’d have to “prove” my answer to the question. What irked me most, though, was that other cars were driving around them, glaring. After all THEY WERE PARKED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AISLE. And I chuckle because so often we Christians are so busy with each other we don’t even see what’s going on in the world around us. Maybe I’m still not over it, but the veggies made it home still frozen.
The vice presidential debate still makes me laugh. I actually had fun watching it and following on Twitter. (Does that make me sound lame? Oh, who cares. I am lame.)
And with that, I’ve reached the end of my available words that still make sense. It’s been an exhausting week, and my brain is suffering.
May your week be full of whatever makes you smile.
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