Jack (age 7) asked me this morning what Easter was all about, so I explained about the crucifixion of Jesus, the tomb, the stone, and how when they rolled back the stone three days later Jesus was gone. That he’d come back to life. I also told him, “I have no idea what bunnies, eggs, and chocolate have to do with Jesus, however.” He thought for a minute.
Him: “Maybe the cave was made of chocolate.”
Me: “Yeah, and he ATE his way out!”
Him: “And he really liked bunnies, and eggs too.”
Me: “Wonderful! But what about the carrots?”
Him: “He used the carrots to DIG his way out!”
Me: “You. Are. So. Awesome.”
Overheard from the comfort of my bed:
Alex (13) had a friend over this morning, and they were in his room playing on the Xbox. Jack was lingering around watching. Somehow the conversation turned to pancakes, and Alex said, “Jack likes pancakes, but he doesn’t like syrup.” Alex’s friend says to Jack, “Dude, that’s just un-American.”
I am loving the ages of my kids now. They’re just so funny and sarcastic and sweet. But they like to beat the crap out of each other, so it evens itself out.
Have a great weekend!