I grew up in a small town with no where to shop, so once a week, we'd "go to town" (OKC or Edmond usually) to get everything we needed. Last night, my family and I were going to town to buy our items for the LifePaks we are filling. Brody asked us where we were going, so instead of just saying "to town," I gave him more detailed information, because I want him to learn more about giving. So, in terms that a Kindergartener could understand, I basically said that there are some little boys and girls who don't get gifts, so we were going to go buy some for them. Then we would meet at church and help hand the gifts out in a few weeks. The rest of the conversation happened in TRUE Brody fashion..."You mean, we don't get anything for Christmas because the other kids are?"
"No, this just means that we're helping others this year. You will still get presents, too."
With a sigh of relief, "Oh, that's good. Can I help give them to the kids?" I was elated that he asked this question, thinking wow, he's getting this quicker than I thought! Then Adrian, my oldest son, said "Hey mom, you know that old orange chair in my room? Well, I don't really use it, so I was thinking maybe we could take it to the Jesus House or something."
Before I could answer, you could hear an incredulous Brody speak ever so slowly to his brother, "W H O A - you know where Jesus's house is?! I want to go there!"
It was so cute and we got a good chuckle out of it, but I couldn't help but thinking just what a deeper, powerful meaning those innocent words carried. I want us all to go there too!
And then, I was snapped out of my thoughts as the boys started the "I'm NOT touching you" from across the vehicle seat. I hear a small commotion, some giggling, then an "ouch" and then - again, in true Brody fashion, a warning to his brother: "You mess with the pig, you get the nostrils."
I laugh and think to myself, "How does he know the word nostril?" When I was that age I just called them nose holes.
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