Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Mixed Messages

little kid went to vacation bible school last week. Except for the one day we skipped to go to the beach. I still think his church is weird; I remember VBS being a lot of games and crafts and learning Bible verses and hearing stories. His was mostly songs and time spent in small groups with the pastor. Whenever I asked him what he learned that day, he would recite, "That Jesus died for our sins," like a little automaton. I know he has no idea what that really means (since it's a subject that still confuses me) and I was hoping he'd learn more along the lines of "Do unto others" and "Obey your parents" and stuff about little lambs and Jesus making bread for everyone.

One day he came home and blurted out, "You better not steal," while we were doing something totally unrelated to stealing.

"Yep," I agreed.

He then tilted his head to the side like he was thinking for a moment and added, "Unless you have a really fast car."

That's my boy.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Haha. Love it. One of the many reasons why I hope to have boys someday.
My most vivid memory from VBS? Dipping oreos in lemonade. So weird.
Obviously food has always played a large role in my life.