Kids Say

Ashlee and I teach a children's class at church each Sunday, ages three to five. Tonight, we had a new little boy, Caleb, who was age five. After the Bible story, I was coloring with him, and we got to talking about how many siblings he had.

"Do you have brothers and sisters?" I asked.

"Well," he started. "I just have one brother. His name is Evan."

"Oh ... well, that's a nice name."

"Uh huh."

"How 'bout sisters?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "No sisters."

Silence.

"But I do have two mothers."

Prying the gum from the back of my throat with my tongue, I said, "Oooooooohhhh!! Really?"

I looked at him, his ornery smile and sparkly pupils staring back at me.

"Nah ... I'm jus' kiddin'."

And that's what little boys are made of.

Nothin' but trouble.

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Same night, same kid:

"While miss Ashlee gets the story ready, how about each of you say your name out loud so we all know everyone a little better?" I started.

Everyone was more than willing to reveal their name. We came to the last little girl, and I said, "Okay, and what's your name, honey?"

"My name is Sophia!" she said proudly.

Caleb's eyes got big, his chest expanded, and he began singing in his best opera voice, "Ooooh, Sophia!! I just love the name Sophia! Soooo romantic and beeeeeaaauuutiful!!"

So far, the child has two mothers and is sweet talking the other little girls in the class. I'm afraid to think what might happen if the child attended each week.

~Brenda