However…three is also a fun, fun, fun age.
J’s most requested story is the “man who gets sick” from the Kid’s Praise Bible. It’s the story of the man with a palsy whose friends carry him on a gurney to see Jesus but when they see the crowd they have to cut a hole in the roof and lower their friend to see Jesus.
J thinks it’s hilarious when Jesus says “Your sins are forgiven.” I think that it would have been interesting to see the friends’ reaction to that statement. You know that they expected a healing so they could hang with their friend again like they used to. They did get to see the healing happen but their friend also got a bonus. J just thinks it’s funny.
Being three means it’s just nice to give mom kisses whenever she asks. Lots of hugs, too.
Since he has an older brother, J just has to follow in his footsteps. He’s become very adept at putting Legos together—the tiny ones—and makes cars and airplanes.
Then J really gets into it! Classic boy: flying the airplanes, providing very good sound effects and putting the movement to a story (sometimes the story comes first, then the acting out). It’s too precious (no…no video camera! boohoo!).
NM on the other hand has become transformed. He’s so much more conscious of his behavior and makes a point of stopping mid-error and correcting himself. Work is not so much work anymore but now he puts on a happy face and cleans up. Sure, he does it knowing there’s a reward at the end, but don’t working adults get a paycheck? He is an angel. He’s been reading his bible still and is now past Luke. He’s zoomed in math though needs help in spelling. That’s ok. I’ve told him before that his grades are only second to his attitude and his Walk. Always The Walk is more important. And God is certainly directing his path, the fruit is there.
Now then. If only mom were more “fruitful”!
