Yesterday at church C's Sunday School class studied about Jesus being the boss of our lives. We always know what their lesson is b/c it says so in the bulletin. When we went to pick him up after church the guy who was in his class today (it changes weekly) said how smart C was. Uh-oh...where is this going I thought. Then the guy followed up he's so smart by saying C was cracking him up. Double uh-oh. What has my smart, funny little boy been saying at church. Remember the title of the lesson? It relates. As soon as the guy started the story of lesson time I knew where it was going. The leader asked the students who is the boss. C got a happy look on his face and piped up first--"I'm the boss!" The leader said it took some talking, but they finally convinced him that mom and dad are his boss and that Jesus is our boss. Thankfully he evidently didn't argue too much. I've never been able to convince C he isn't the boss no matter what I say. Let's just say it was mildly embarrassing. We are clearly teaching our child that he is in charge. Preschool can't come fast enough.
This smart little boy is currently reading The Little Engine that could with and to daddy. So sweet. Oddly they've named the trains Melissa, Felix, Sam, Bob, and Kiki in order of appearance. Where do they come up with this stuff? How undignified a name could they give the little blue engine--Kiki?
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