Kate had a very philosophical day yesterday. It all started about lunch time. She said,
"My life was easier before Kiki lived here."
We had gone to Bountiful to see my photographer friend Julie and her family, and take a look at our family pictures. They turned out great by the way, and perhaps I will give a sneak preview. On the way home, Kiki fell asleep, so I was telling Kate stories about the day she was born, and how I met Bruce, and then she asked me to tell her about Rusty. Rusty was our dog who died when Kate was just a few months old, but we talk about him so much that Kate thinks she remembers him. Rusty was the greatest dog, so I had no shortage of stories about him. Kate started to cry because she missed Rusty so much. "I remember him," she said. "I remember that he would guard me in my crib, and he would try to drown Powder, and that he made me feel better when I was sad." She was just regurgitating things I had told her about Rusty, but she was truly sad. So she brings up the Resurrection, AGAIN. (Bruce, I curse you for ever teaching this to a 4 year old.) "Will Rusty come out of the dirt someday and come alive?" I told her I didn't know. "How will I get out of the dirt?" "Will there be people walking around with shovels getting people out of the dirt?" "What if someone is living in our house?"
"My life was easier before Kiki lived here."
We had gone to Bountiful to see my photographer friend Julie and her family, and take a look at our family pictures. They turned out great by the way, and perhaps I will give a sneak preview. On the way home, Kiki fell asleep, so I was telling Kate stories about the day she was born, and how I met Bruce, and then she asked me to tell her about Rusty. Rusty was our dog who died when Kate was just a few months old, but we talk about him so much that Kate thinks she remembers him. Rusty was the greatest dog, so I had no shortage of stories about him. Kate started to cry because she missed Rusty so much. "I remember him," she said. "I remember that he would guard me in my crib, and he would try to drown Powder, and that he made me feel better when I was sad." She was just regurgitating things I had told her about Rusty, but she was truly sad. So she brings up the Resurrection, AGAIN. (Bruce, I curse you for ever teaching this to a 4 year old.) "Will Rusty come out of the dirt someday and come alive?" I told her I didn't know. "How will I get out of the dirt?" "Will there be people walking around with shovels getting people out of the dirt?" "What if someone is living in our house?"
Later, tucking her into bed, Kate said this prayer:
"Heavenly Father, thank you for this day. And help me have nice dreams. And Jesus, help me to just not think about it. Amen."
And one more, from this afternoon...
And one more, from this afternoon...
Kate was complaining that her stomach hurt and had gone into the bathroom. She hollered at me to come wipe her bottom, and as I did so she was saying, "What did I eat that made me sick? What did I eat?" As she pulled up her pants, she turned around, peered into the toilet, and said, "I know! It was pumpkin pie!"
4 comments:
I love those stories...she is very deep.
I'm laughing so hard because I cannot even tell you how many times I have asked HF to just "help me to forget about it"
ha.ha.ha.ha.
Oh man, this is such an awesome post. Kate is hilarious! She may not know it yet, but she is.
I love it. I love it. I love it! She is hilarious! I cant wait to see you guys next month!
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