If I can say one thing about my son, it's that he is very creative. I often hear him in the next room (in our house, there is only one "next room") playing with his dinosaurs or cars, making up a detailed conversation or adventure where words like "Hobby Lobby" or "grocery store" often come up. He absorbs everything from his little world (which should be a warning to his mommy to make conversations in his ear-shot rated G).
Today, I received this report:
At his preschool, they ask if anyone has any prayer requests daily (at least this is what I gather from what he tells me). It seems that every day Eli has one to put in. He tells them about injuries he has, or how his thumb hurt last week (yes, I am aware that this resembles his mother also). Today, I think he was just plain out of things to pray for so he made one up. And here it is...
"I want to pray that my mommy would stop coming downstairs and throwing socks at me."
Mark reported this to me. I asked Eli when this happened. He responded with, "when I was three years old."
Unbelievable. What his teachers must think of me... and of him.
Oh well, insert some cliché about apples not falling far from trees here.
I rarely laugh out loud ... so reading this qualifies as a rare moment. :) Just tell his teachers you won't believe all the things you hear about them if they give you the benefit of the doubt too!
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