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The kids and I were talking about work and Biggie asked me where one of our friends does her work. I was trying to explain how she was a homemaker and did her work at home. I mentioned that she didn't get paid for her work, but still worked hard, etc.

One of the boys responded, "You mean like the Israelites in Egypt?"

"Uh," I fumbled, "Well, but we're not slaves."

"That's good," comments the other son, "that would hurt to be whipped."


Yes, yes, it would, son. Methinks I may need to address the duties of someone who works at home a bit better at another opportunity.

Comments on a 10th Century BC Monarch

BiggiE's my kid who is always thinking about life from a different angle than most people. Moose is the linear guy who can outline his thoughts with bullet points, but with BiggiE you never know what you're going to get. It is one of the things I love about him.

For example, a few months back he and I were talking about memory and remembering. I asked him what he remembered about his last birthday. He paused for a moment and then replied, "But if it was my last birthday I would be dead." While most people enter a house through the front door BiggiE is libel to come in through the upstairs window. Often he'll make a statement and I have to do some mental gymnastics to figure out what idea he has entered and from which direction.

All of this is to preface his comment at dinner the other night. Os was working late and the kids and I were enjoying one of our favorite meals -- pizza and berries. In the midst of the munching and chit chat BiggiE announces, "Rehoboam was a lousy king."

My turn: twist, leap, roll, splits, "Yes, yes he was."

(Incidentially, BiggiE's comment was prompting by watching their new found love Jelly Telly.)

The Great Green Burrito

The boys love the movie Sandlot and the other day as BiggiE was quoting the movie he said "The Great Green Burrito" instead of the "The Great Bambino". You're killing me, Smalls.

A Penny For Your Thoughts

The boys have been cracking me up recently. I love hearing a little bit of what is going on in their heads.

BiggiE
-- I tend to have many nicknames for my children as I go about my day. One common one for Jelly Belly is "Little Miss". The other day BiggiE and I were getting in the car with Jelly Belly and I hear him chattering to her in a sing-song voice, "Little Mess, Little Mess, what are you doing, Little Mess?" I chuckled and thought that given all her spitting up BiggiE might be on the right track with that name.

-- I was explaining to the boys that Os's iPod had been stolen and they were filled with questions about the crime. My favorite was BiggiE's, "Was it an evildoer?"

Moose
-- Moose was asked to explain why his friend, Judah, was on the ground crying. In George Washington fashion he replied, "I'll tell the truth... I hate to say it, but I pushed him."

-- Moose and I were talking about school and how some people go to college after high school. I sagely told him that Os and I went to college after high school. "Yes," Moose agreed, "but that was a long, long, long time ago. Like back when the dinosaurs were around. That was like 59 years ago." Three "longs", mind you. Good thing I'm not feeling sensitive about my recent birthday!

-- Today when I asked Moose to do or not do something (watch The Mom Song if you need an idea of what I might have said) Moose looks at me and says, "I do declare, you are no fun at all." Ha, ha, but you, my little Southern beau, are very funNY.

Lack of Theological Training?

The other day BiggiE was flipping through his picture bible. He must have been in the story of Ezekiel's dream because there was a picture of a staircase with angels going up and down. BiggiE looks up at me with excitement and says, "Look, Mom, man-bats!"