Thoughts for the Day…

It’s only 7:38 AM, and already the kids have made me laugh, several times!

There’s a song that Primary kids in our Church sing, about faith. In fact, the name of the song may actually be Faith, and I’m guessing it even predates this one. The song begins with the lines: “Faith is knowing the sun will rise / Lighting each new day.” Well, faith also tells me that once the sun has risen, Leah will eventually wake up and yell, “Daaaa-dee, it’s good morning time! Daaaa-dee, it’s good morning time!” ad infinitum, until I get to her.

Well, this morning was a little different: both kids woke up at 6:00 AM—almost on the dot—and wanted to come into bed with us. We allowed them to do so, so by the time we were actually getting up, Leah had noticed that it was particularly lighter, outside. She asked me to open the blinds, which I did. She gasped, smiled fro ear to ear, and declared, “It’s starting to get morninged!”

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David, on the other hand, is going two very contradictory stages: an empathy stage and a hitting stage. Thankfully, the hitting stage hasn’t reared its ugly head, this morning. The empathy stage, however, was quite apparent when I came back downstairs from getting a coin to flip (more on that, in a moment) and I banged my foot on the gate, at the bottom of the stairs. As soon as he realized I was in pain, he asked if I wanted him to kiss it—just like Mommy and Daddy do, for his boo-boos. What a great kid!

So back to the coin flip: when Leah and David both want to do the same thing, but only one person can do it, I’ve started flipping a coin. This morning, I let David call it:☺ “Heads or tails?” I asked him, to which he replied, matter of factly, “Heads.” (As it happens, it came up tails, so Leah got to say our prayer, at breakfast.) The more important part, though, is that David seemed to have missed the point of what we were doing: as soon as we were moving on from the coin flip to our prayer, he looked at me, rather hurt, and said, “Daddy, want head!” ^_^

(Even now, I’m not sure what kind of head he thought I was going to give him, but of course we had a little talk, reminding him what “heads or tails” means.)