From the mouth of a 4-year old:

God made everything is this world. Yup.

And I know how God turned the rocks into sand. Yeah-huh.

(whispering) He had a very. big. knife.

(wide-eyed) And it was shaaarp.

From the mouth of his 5-year-old sister:

Oh no... God didn't use a knife.

God made the rocks, and the sand came out of my froggy.

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Some people don’t understand the workings of a four-year-old’s mind. “Doing the opposite” is an instinctual reaction, and though often done innocently enough, it surely stems from an innate sin nature.

Just this morning, Blessing #5 completed an application for a library card. He was directed around the desk and told to stand behind the line. He hopped into position with a “Yippee! Yippee! Yippee!”

Meanwhile, another librarian, a much more *ahem* mature librarian, walked past.

B#5 has on his baseball cap, turned backwards. Not a big deal, right? Not for some of us. But for others, well, it would seem so.

“Aren’t you going to take that off your head for your picture?” Ms. Maturity asks him, as she seats herself at the desk.

He gave her the look. You know the one: the What-You-Talkin’-‘Bout-Willis look. He stands tall, lifts his head up, pushes his shoulders down, and then proudly proceeds to pull the hat low over his eyebrows.

Humphff. So there. He smirks smiles in that sweet way only a four-year-old boy can.

His very first ever library card has his very first ever mug shot.

But even disparaging wardrobe comments cannot put a damper on his excitement. His card may bear a mug shot, but he cannot hide his joy. The smile stretches to his ears.:)

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*Ah-ha!* moments

Just two weeks into being a 4-year-old, Blessing #5 is learning lots of new things. Running into the kitchen, wearing a huge smile, he very enthusiastically informed me of one such exciting, new discovery:

Mooommm!!! This hairbrush works really great for cats!!!

Unfortunately he really was holding a brush and was standing next to a furry Persian with a brand-new fluffy 'do.:(

Fortunately it was not my brush but B#2's.:)

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