When Will I Die Mommy?

Tonight as I was laying Alex down to bed, he paused and said, "When will I die Mommy?"

I paused a moment at the question and said, "Well, I don't know. Nobody knows when they will die. But I do know that some people die when they are very old and some die when they are very young and some people die in between somewhere."

He said, "Why do people die when they are very old?"

I responded, "Well, our bodies work work work all life long and eventually they get all worn out and don't work anymore, kind of like one of your old toys. But, some people die in accidents or from sickness too."

I then said, "Alex, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure mommy."

Mom: "How come you want to know when you will die?"

Alex: "Well, I just don't want to have owies anymore."

Mom: "Do you mean you want to die so you won't have owies anymore or you don't want to die because you think it might give you owies?"

Alex: "Oh I just want to die so I won't have owies anymore."

Mom: "Well, I think you are a very special boy because you already understand that when we die we are resurrected and don't have to feel owies anymore. We will get to live with Jesus and our families forever. I can't wait to see Jesus and hug him and hold his hand."

Alex: "Why do you want to hug him?"

Mom: "Well, I love Him and He has done so much for me. I want to see Him and see what He looks like and hug him and talk to Him."

Alex: "Yeah, we don't really know what He looks like. We know what OUR bodies look like though."

Super Heroes

Last night Joseph and Alex were talking about super heroes when Joseph was putting Alex to bed. Later, Joseph told me that he asked Alex if Mommy was a super hero.

He said, "No, she just likes kissing."

Tonight, Alex told Joseph all the families super powers
Joseph and Alex save people
Mommy is the kisser
Rebekah shares
Kaitlyn chews on things
and
Walker digs

We are all super heroes to Alex. :)

On Marriage

Today while driving Alex to preschool, he said,

"Mommy. I decided I am going to marry Rebekah."

I said, "Oh really. Why did you decide to marry Rebekah?"

Alex: "Because she's a really good girl."

Mom: "Well. That is a very good reason to marry someone Alex."

*We have tried on several occasions to explain to him why he can't marry Rebekah or Kaitlyn. He doesn't get it yet. So, for now, I will let him want to marry Rebekah. She IS a good girl after all. :)

You don't drink Coffee

I have a good friend named Mercedes that Alex loves! He is always concerned about her and asks a lot of questions about her. He asked me one day why she drinks coffee. I told him that maybe she doesn't know that she isn't supposed to. We had a conversation about how there are lots of good people in the world who do bad things because they haven't been taught Jesus's Gospel. So, we need to share our testimonies with them.

So, today when we were playing at Mercedes's house, he said, "Mercedes, why do you drink coffee?" She replied, "Because I like it."

Alex said, "Well, you don't drink coffee Mercedes."

"Why?" she said.

Alex said, "It is bad for you."

"How do you know?" she said.

"My mommy and Daddy told me," said Alex.

"Why is it bad for you Alex?" she said

Alex replied, "Well, Heavenly Father told us not to drink it, so it is bad for you."

Wet Fireman Pants

It has been raining all day today. As we were running from Target to our van, Alex decided to stomp and jump in some puddles. When we got into the van he said angrily, "Oh man! My pants are ALL WET!" In an attempt to help him realize why that happened, I replied, "Hmmmm. That's too bad. I wonder how that happened?" He thought for a minute and said, "Jesus shouldn't have sent this rain. He made my pants all wet!"

Clever. Yes.

Perhaps I shouldn't have reacted by laughing, but when I did he smiled and said, "Well . . . I did jump in the puddles too."

Forget About Em

This morning as I was cleaning up breakfast, I overheard Alex dancing around the living room and singing this at the top of his lungs,

Forget about em
Forget about em
You gotta forget about those goodies
Forget about em
Forget about em
They will make your tummy hurt
Forget about em
Forget about em
Forget about em
etc
etc

I said, Alex, I like your song.

He replied, "Thanks. I am trying to forget about my goodies upstairs . . . at least until tomorrow."