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Sunday, May 16, 2010

a little errand

So ... tonight I had to make a last-minute dash to Target for milk and diapers. These are pretty much our two essential goods that we cannot live without. Husband and I must each have a minimum of two cappuccino coolers every morning ... without fail ... and the kiddos have it on their Corn Flakes or Cheerios. And the diapers??? That's obvious. I've been thinking ~ by the way ~ that Husband, a.k.a. Jeff, a.k.a Daddy, could use a blogname.

A couple of weeks ago, we were at Key Title so I could sign some stuff. That's what it is to me ... stuff. I've been there a few times and I really don't know what all I'm signing and that's fine. They just tell me to sign here and sign there and sign this and that ... and I just do it :) I cooperate really well! Anyway, one of the gals there ~ there are two that work there and they are sisters and both very friendly ~ was calling my husband Dr. Edge ... which makes sense to us from some of his paperwork. Anyway, she said that thinking of my husband as Dr. Edge helped her remember him because she had trouble with our last name. So ... maybe his blogname could be Dr. Edge ... or maybe not :) Maybe I'll call him Landlord ... in honor of his new venture that has enlarged his keyring to scary proportions ... or ... I don't know. Help ... I'm veering off topic!!! Okay ... I just asked him ~ Jeff, Husband, Daddy, Dr. Edge, Landlord ~ and he said he hates the term landlord and suggested "Schneider". Hmmm. So, I guess Landlord is out. But Schneider??? I'm not even sure how to spell it! Certainly he wasn't serious! Perhaps I'll call him Honey :)

Anyway ... back to diapers and milk and Target ... with Foofie and Little Buddy in tow. We did our shopping ... and tried our best not to get sidetracked from the items on THE LIST {which had now multiplied} ... while the Target speakers were announcing the time every five minutes and prodding us to make our final selections. Not accustomed to shopping so late at night, Foofie was a bit concerned that we would get locked in the store and have to endure a sleepover with all of the employees that might actually live at Target in the mysterious "back room". Her fears, however, were not realized and we made it safely back to our van ... where I informed Foof that no one really lives at Target. Errand accomplished.

Sorry for the lengthy prelude. Get ready ... here comes the main point of this whole post!

On the way home from Target, Foofie struck up this conversation with me ...

"I bet some kids somewhere, like in India, tell their mommies that they don't want to go to bed when their mommy tells them to go to bed."
"Yeah?" I encouraged her to say more.
"Yeah, some Indian kids probably do that. And maybe some kids in America too ... they maybe say they won't go to bed," she continued.
"What do you suppose their mommies would say to that?" I questioned.
"Ummm ... I don't know," Foofie answered.
"What do you think your Mommy and Daddy would say if you said that?" I probed.
"I don't know," she said again.
"Yes, you do."
"Would you say it nice or mean?" Foofie asked, without answering my question.
Well, I might say something like, "Foofie, I am the boss and you are the child. I love you and it is time for you to go to bed now. How did that sound???"
"But ... if I was really tired and very sick ... I might say it in a crabby way ... but hopefully not. Hopefully I would still say it nice ... but hopefully a little girl wouldn't tell her Mommy or Daddy that she won't go to bed in the first place."
"Oh ... I would not ever say that," Foofie promised.
"Well," I said, "That's a very good plan! It's good to plan to be good. We can make good plans or we can make evil plans. It's good to decide in our heart and mind that we are going to do what is right and good because that is what God expects from us."

I love it when the Lord hands me little teaching moments like this :)

1 comment:

Janna said...

What a special and meaningful conversation! Praise the Lord!