Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Last night as I was spending some time with Grady (5 1/2) in his bed before he went to sleep, he was talking about an incident that had happened during the day. Hadley was not nice to him (and Eissa), but instead of getting mad and trying to hurt her or something (we've really been working on restraining our anger and talking out the problem and then if that doesn't work, just coming to talk to Mama or Daddy about it), he just talked to her and then just walked away.
He was saying how good that was and we (me and Grady) were talking about how proud we were that he did that. And then...
Grady: "I sink (the way he says 'think') I ate some fruit of the spirit and that is why I was able to do that."
Grady (just pondering, looking around the room, laying with his hands behind his head): Yeah, I sink so. I don't know what kind it was...maybe it was an apple of the spirit...or maybe an orange of the spirit."
At that point, all I could do was tell Grady how awesome I think he is. And revel in the cuteness of it all. A teaching on the fruits of the spirit was saved for another day. ;)
Ahh, I love that boy!