A Yard for Sale, A Bomb in our House and The Beer River

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While putting Ruby's clothes away, Savannah approaches me with a very serious question, but discusses it in a very casual, matter-of-fact way....

"Mom, will our house ever blow up?"
"Probably never."
"Never?"
"Yep."
"Well what if a bad guy puts a bomb in it?"
"Well, then our house will probably blow up."
"Oh. Okay."

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While watching the opening song of Seussical the Musical Cade groans under his breath,
"Mooooom, this song just keeps going on forever and ever and ever! When will it stop?"

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There's a girl in our neighborhood who Cade is certain has a crush on him. As such, he avoids her and won't even so much as look at her, in fear that he might actually act like he likes her too and then get teased for it.  Well, we happen to be good friends with the family and they had us over for dinner. Cade put on his imaginary "I'm avoiding you" goggles and immediately went to work on totally ignoring this sweet girl. To say her feelings were hurt would be a serious understatement. Not long later, all of our kids were happily buzzing around the yard chasing, squealing and laughing with each other, running through the stream in the garden, which my kids were referring to as "the river" -- or as Savannah would say, "the Wivah."

This morning, Cade woke me up excitedly to share his latest epiphany on the whole matter:

"Mom. I think there's beer in the river.  So anytime I am not liking Addie, I just need to go to the river and play in it and we'll be friends again. Don't you think?"

"Um, no Cade. I don't think there is beer in the river."

"No Mom. I think the SPIRIT is in the river You know, like the Holy Ghost?  He helps me to be nice and have fun and be friends with Addie."