Michael's mind works in miraculous ways. On the eve of the eve of the eve of Christmas, we were talking about Jesus and how he's the "Son" in the "Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit."
Michael says, "I get it. The sun is made of cheese. That's why Cheesus is the sun."
Wow. I would never have come up with that.
Andrew, on the other hand, wants me to explain what the Holy Spirit is and how the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit are all part of the same God. Back to Catholicism for Dummies.
I had a disturbing preview of Michael as a crotchety old man today. After I woke him up from nap, we was very cross with me. Fearing for my life, I put him down at which point he slowly tottered down the hall away from me, mumbling to himself, "stupid Daddy, dumb, dumb, dumb, stupid, dumb, hate you, dumb, dumb, stupid..."
My phone rang late this afternoon. I could tell from the caller ID it was Michelle. I pick it up.
M: "Baking soda on kitchen fires, right?"
Fortunately, there was only a minor oven fire with no damage. More important, the lamb chops turned out very well so no harm done.
The boys' wishes while breaking the wishbone this year pretty much sums up their personalities:
Andrew (6): "I wish for a million zillion good days."
Michael (3): "I wish for a sword so I can cut people in half like a hot dog."
We had a great Thanksgiving dinner. Loads of yummy food. But of course, that's not what Michael wanted. Pringles and whipped cream. What a combination! At least, he prefers real whipped cream to Cool Whip. There's hope yet.
Andrew (6) describing what he did to Michael (3), "I just stepped on his head. Gently."