Christmas Come Early

We pulled out our Advent calendar this week. It's a sweet little felt pocket thing that I received as a gift last year (which has always seemed strange to me - holiday items given as holiday gifts...but whatever). A little wooden Santa hat comes with it, and your child (ostensibly, unless you're the kind of adult who likes to have Santa-themed felt Advent Calendars) is supposed to put the little hat in the pocket marked with the date to keep track of how many days there are left until Christmas. Yes, I know that was a very long sentence. You can read; you'll be fine.

Anyway, so on Sunday night, I supervised the placement of the hat into the 2 pocket. On Monday morning, I awoke to discover that apparently it was the 6th of December. Yesterday morning, it had become the 20th. Last night, E told me that it was Christmas Eve and in the morning we would open our presents...

He Teaches Me Well

Note: I can't remember if I've already blogged this, or when exactly it happened. But it was in the last couple of months, so...

Driving home one night, E asked me how God made space. I started describing the Big Bang theory, basically ending with "So it was a big explosion, isn't that cool?!"

E flatly denied it, saying "Mom, that's not cool, that's dangerous. Someone could have gotten hurt."

Resuming my role as stern safety regulations officer, I replied "You're right, that's true, but there weren't any people or animals around then, so no one was there to get hurt."

E shot back, "God and Jesus were there!"

Getting a bit desperate now, I floundered "Yeah, well, God and Jesus can't be hurt, sweetheart."

Without pause, my 4-year-old: "But, MOM, Jesus died!!"

Needless to say, I lost the argument.

I hope he becomes a lawyer.

That way, he'll be able to take care of/support his mother when she's lost all of her neurological function from racking her brains in order to hold intelligent conversations with him.