During the course of yesterday, bitty E, my 5 year old, both ate an entire tube of training toothpaste and stuck her tongue out at me.
repeat offender
I’ll give you a minute to absorb.
{My parenting book comes out this spring.}
Her bedroom adjoins the bathroom she shares with her sister, and I suppose it just looked too tempting, tasted too fruity…but really, who can know the mind of a 5 year old. Regardless, she ate the whole thing.
Only one of those things–the toothpaste and the tongue– she was doing for the first time. {Hint: it was the tongue.}
So, yes, the following is very, very necessary.
Driving to school last week, bitty E says to me “If we had 630 basements we could save all the people from all the tornadoes.”
“That’s true,” I say, wondering exactly what preschool playground conversations really entail these days.
Sunny skies and a gentle breeze from the east–folks, it’s a beautiful day to be at the ballpark.
“You know,” I go for it, “who is the One who really protects us?”
Pitcher’s on the mound, eyes on the batter, she rears back, and throws a beautiful fastball right down the center.
“God,” bitty E says.
CRACK, We’ve got contact.
“But all the basements could really protect all the people from the tornadoes.”
Straight up to the sky, and it’s a fly ball in the books. But wait, why is the pitcher still looking…
“God is in control of everything. Nothing happens to us that is outside of his will–so we can trust that he has good purposes in mind even when bad things happen to us, like tornadoes.”
Wait…what? It’s a wind–that slight breeze has turned into a full blown gust of wind…pitcher’s running, everyone’s eyes are on that ball…how is this happening? It’s heading for the fences!
“He’s our basement,” bitty E says.
It’s over! It’s over the left field fence! HOMERUN! How did this happen?? Folks, nothing short of miraculous…that wind was outta nowhere. The mamas are crying. The ponies are going wild. Let’s celebrate with some toothpaste.
