On Friday, we attended our new AWANA. I wasn’t sure what to expect or how the kids would do. Why was I worried? Everything went beautifully, we saw people who went to our old AWANA. Everyone seemingly except for the director was from our old Cubbies. Jory had at least one leader from his Sparks class.
I thought there would be some place for the parents to fellowship while the kids were in AWANA, but there was no place on Friday. Maybe on Fridays, I’m just meant to fellowship with my loved ones via the phone while I walk the neighborhood, which is a blessing in itself.
____________________________________________________________________________________________
And on Sunday night during the Emmys…
“Mommy, what’s sex?”
Uh, excuse me. “What’s sex?” Please God, let me have misheard him.
“Yes. They just said sex.”
Darn you. Lonely Island Boys!
“Sex is two” married, no I can’t say married though it should be married people. “Sex is two people being intimate.”
“What does intimate mean?”
Why do six-year-olds have the power to reason and understand already?
“It means being close.”
And the subject is dropped for now. I know one day it will come back up one of these days and I’ll have to have a better answer than I gave.
Darn you, Lonely Island Boys!!!!!
No comments:
Post a Comment