Mondays

So this morning, for us... was a beautiful morning. Sometimes Monday's are hectic... but not today.
Last night, Jason read a storybook on Joshua and the fall of Jericho. He ruined it... but it was funny. At one point in the book there is an illustration from the last day when all the women, children, animals, etc come out to circle the wall, and it is a close up of a few people obviously yelling, as they were commanded to.
Jason thought Julia was getting bored. So he changed up the story a bit, and commented on what he imagined each person in the picture was yelling.
The old man, he imagined was yelling to his wife "Get me some supper woman! "
The child yelled: "This is NOT my safe-side adult." * *(Had to be at Memorial.)
Julia then joined in - assigning the goat as saying "I taste like chicken!!" ( that cracked US up.) and about a donkey in the picture, "I wish I was a horse...."
I don't know if the silliness will even translate in the telling... but the laughter of the kids was priceless. Didn't do much for their theology, but honestly they knew that story pretty well.

So this morning, no book was needed, it just began all over again as a repeating chorus of :

"Get me some supper woman!"
"This is NOT my safe-side adult!"
"I taste like chicken!"
"I wish I was a horse...."

And the kids just played off each other. Cracked me up.

On another note, as we were driving to school, we prayed (early)... to stop the repeating chorus above:-) , and after that began singing with the radio. Some contemp. christian songs were on, and as we turned onto the street towards his school Eli asked me if we could hurry and turn the radio off and sing one of his songs. So I did, and he began:

"Powerful, so powerful,
Your Glory fills the skies
Your mighty works displayed for all to see
The Beauty of your majesty
Awakes my heart to see
How marvelous, how wonderful You are!

Beautiful One I love
Beautiful One I adore
Beautiful One my soul must sing..."

He was clapping, repeating the song, and singing, all of us, at the top of our lungs -and it was awesome, for just our three little voices.

As we ended the song, rounded the corned and pulled up in front of the school, Eli sat back, laid his head up against the seat and looked out the window with a content smile on his face, and said quietly:

'I can't wait for next Sunday!'

Me either. :-)