The answer to everything
Crayon in hand, Obi-Wan fidgets in his chair, trying to pay attention to the workbook in front of him. He knows what mommy wants him to do, he really does want to listen, but it’s just so hard being four.
“Which of these pictures, is diff-er-ent?” I ask him, pointing to the row of cars
He looks at me, obviously confused. I try a different approach
“What color is this one?”
“WED!” he shouts
“And this one?”
“WED!”
“And this one?”
“Bwoo”
“So this one is different, right?”
“I circa it mommy?”
I sigh and nod.
We try again with the next row. This time it’s turtles.
“What turtle is different from the others?” I ask hopefully
For a moment he looks confused, then I can see him working it out. Yes, he’s getting it! He opens his mouth wide.
“Deezus!!” he announces proudly
I roll my eyes and chuckle softly. So, it has come to this again. The answer he gives to every question he doesn’t know the answer too. The one he learned in Sunday school.
“Jesus is the answer to everything,” I say of Obi-Wan
I smile as I realize what I’ve just thought. This isn’t the first time a little one has been a beacon to my prayerful heart.
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We work with the kids at church. Even the K-5 group thinks the answer to every question is Jesus! It’s so precious…hands raised, wide earnest eyes…knowing that they know the answer to the question…
Aww! That’s so sweet! The best part for me is when my children call me on things –I often hear my kids saying “Mom, take a deep breath and relax!” My four year old says this! Sad that it needs to be said, eh?
Not a blogger before but a big fan of Obi-Wan and his intergalactic family. Thanks for posting your blog and inviting me. Way cute stories of way cute kids! Miss you lots!