Kevin, who had randomly woken up at 4:20 a.m. said to me, in an imploring manner, "Why can't I go to work with Daddy?"
Which began one of the cutest conversations ever.
|Kevin really loves his daddy.|
Mom: Because Daddy's work is dangerous.
K: Oh. There's big rocks? And sharp knives?
M: Basically. You're too little, but Daddy is big and strong, so he's safer.
K: Big rocks can hurt your toes, and you shouldn't touch the ends of knives. They're sharp.
M: Yep. And there's also bright lights that can blind you. (Grig is a welder)
M: Daddy uses the light to make two pieces of metal into one.
K: And he takes three pieces and makes four?
M: Maybe. If he's cutting them.
After that, the conversation kind of petered out, and we both fell asleep.
It was super cute.
Then, at church yesterday, we had just finished primary, and one of the primary kids was standing out in the hall when an older man came walking toward him.
The child was between four and five, and the old man had a long white beard and walked with a cane. As the child caught sight of the older gentleman, his eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "Santa!"
Without batting an eye, the older man asked, "Have you been good this year?"
The boy nodded eagerly and said, "Yes! Do you have presents with you?"
I didn't hear any more of that conversation, but I was left with the distinct impression that this older gentleman was the coolest person ever.
People can be pretty awesome.