About a boy

Elliott didn't have preschool today. The teacher's son was sick.

Wyatt has two ear infections. He's been sick for days, but decided that today was the day to be clingy and whiny and cry every second I wasn't looking at him, or carrying him, or rocking him in the chair.

Thank you PBS Kids for being our preschool this morning. I don't know what we would have done without you Word World.

Once the Chick was finally down for a nap, Elliott and I had the chance to fix lunch - chicken nuggets and french fries and garlic bread in the oven - and we had a chance to talk.

"mom" he said.
"yes, my boy" I replied.
"mom, I think that you need to have another baby. Why did you only have two baby boys? I think we need another baby."

"Oh really? You think we need three kids? I'm not to sure about that happening."

"I really think we need three kids. Because I'm three. Well, actually, I think that five kids would be good."

Then, while we were eating lunch, we had a talk about religion.  He's at the age where stuff they talk about in church is really starting to sink in.

He asked me why we go to church.

I told him that we go to church to learn about Jesus.  Then I asked him who else we learn about in church.

Without hesitation, he whispered, "We learn about the Holy Ghost.  The Holy Ghost talks to us and whispers good things for us to do in our ears."

I smiled.  He's so smart (and that may be the most detailed thing I've ever written about religion and church on this blog ever.).