Conversations
You know, when we are out in public and other folks can overhear our conversations, I wonder sometimes what they are thinking about us. “What a crazy family.” Yep, that is probably it.

Recently in an elevator full of people…
C (6 year old, artist and softspoken space cadet): I need some elbow room.
Jon: There isn’t any elbow room here today. You can have plenty of elbow room when you get to heaven someday.
Me: But when you get to heaven you won’t care that you have elbow room. (Thinking to myself, “One of the great ironies of life”.)
C looks at us with big eyes while his mind puts all this together. The people in the elevator exchange glances.

The other day while boarding the van….
N (7 year old, type-A litigator and logician): Mom, can have J’s seat in the van?
Me: Why don’t you ask J? He is capable of telling you himself.
N: But he is a monkey, always quoting and thinking about other stuff.
Me: He is not a monkey, he is a human being.
Jon: He is a little boy made in the image of God. And the only monkeys out there are people who don’t believe that.
N laughs.