I wish they had shown the people carrying Jesus’, she said as I finished reading her the chapter about Jesus’ death in her Bernstein Bear Story Bible. Why didn’t they show that?

Probably because they didn’t want to make it to scary for little kids, I answered.

But I wanted to see them carrying his head!

Honey, they carried his whole body to the tomb. 

Oh. So that was before his body was broken?

I don’t think I ever said that Jesus’ body was broken for us, but she heard it somewhere and has desperately been trying to figure it out. The poor kid has been under the impression that they carried his body away in pieces! It’s moments like these that I have to remind myself that kids are very literal.

 

When I picked the kids up after work this evening, I asked them to put their shoes on. Big E looked at me and proceeded to kick me, so I walked over and picked up his shoes and told him if he thought kicking his mommy was more important than putting on his shoes, than he could go without shoes tonight. He seemed to think this was amusing until we opened the door and he realized that it was both cold and very rainy outside. But Mommy, I can’t walk outside in the rain with just my socks!!! I told him he should think about that the next time he thinks kicking mommy is a good idea. He whimpered all the way to the car. When we got home he said he didn’t want to walk to the house in his socks, but he didn’t have a choice. He got to a puddle and stood at the edge of it. He slowly edged around it and finally got himself inside. It was an awesome consequence to his behavior because it didn’t involve me raising my voice at all and he got to experience the discomfort that his choices caused him.

 

In Baby E news, he is making some awesome strides. He now says Mama, Dada, Papa, Uh-oh, no, and a jumbled version of each of the kids names. He is a very opinionated child and knows exactly what he likes and does not like. In so many ways he reminds me of his older sister.