Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Go ask your father

Well, I have been in a word DONE since Friday.  Put a fork in me.  Then instead of relaxing we took a fast trip camping overnight.  It was fun but lots of work so we all took a nap on Saturday. When we woke up Stephen was sick with the flu and still is.  So that break I needed... not happening.  That is all okay now, I am catching my second wind, but I tell you this to let you know my frame of mind.  Tired.  Weary.

Now why is it that when we are at the end of ourselves is when we are hit with the hard questions from our children?  Maybe it is related to:
 "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me." 2 Cor 12:9

This morning as I got dressed Charis walked in and asked when she wore a bra how would she know how to put it on.  So I told her that when the time came that I will teach her.  Apparently, this child stewed that over all day because this evening as I took a quick bath she walked in (no, there are not locks on my bathroom door... I looked) and asked if when I got out if I could teach her how to wear a bra.  I was caught off guard and said "baby, I am not ready for that yet".  She told me that she is and she is ready to start wearing bras now.  

This evening Drew asked me about why men have boobies.  I didn't have a great answer because that is a really great question.  Then he hit me with, "I already know women have boobies to feed the babies with".  Wow.  Then he asked more questions regarding why only women carry babies and the course of the conversation I had to use the word "uterus" with my four year old.  You know that will come back to bite me.  So then he asked why some men have babies and I restated that they don't, they can't carry babies and don't have a UTERUS.  Drew then said "Their bodies look like they have babies".  That is when I realized he was talking about beer bellies.  

I am thankful that these conversation took place within the privacy of my home because usually these kind of things are said in a very crowed, quiet, public place.

And now I  leave you with this... 
At least she doesn't ask questions.