Friday, December 7, 2012
I haven’t done one of these in awhile so I thought I would fill you on in just a little bit of what goes on in Ella’s 5 year old mind.
Ella asks a lot of questions. I really try to be patient, but its hard when there are 20 questions in a row and you don’t know how to answer them other than to say, “I don’t know…God made it that way.” Here are some of our favorite questions from the past few months.
“Mommy, how can Jesus live in my heart AND in heaven?” She’s very interested in heaven. She’s curious about what happens up there and can people see us when they live in heaven.
After several days of having the Christmas tree up, Joe kept forgetting to put the star on top. Ella was getting pretty annoyed with her dad and finally one afternoon she said, “Why doesn’t daddy put the star on the tree? What does he think there was when Jesus was born? Nothing?”
This weekend Ella asked a question that I think is too deep for a 5 year old. She said, “Mom, they say that Jesus died so that we can live…what does that mean?”
The best question of the weekend was when Joe and I were both in the room talking to her one morning and completely out of the blue she asked, “Where do babies come from?” We gave the standard answer, “From God.” That answer is no longer sufficient. “No, when they’re in the mommy’s tummy, how to they get in there?” Joe looked at me with a blank look (let’s face it, neither of us are ready for this conversation) so I answered with the first thing that came to my mind, “Magic…God’s magic.”
The other night Ella was in the bathtub and apparently something had fallen into the water. She kept trying to get it out but was unsuccessful in her attempts. Finally I heard her say, “Oh well. C’est la vie.” I guarantee she has no idea what C’est la vie means, and I know she didn’t hear that phrase at home. She probably heard it at school and has now adopted it into her vocabulary.
One morning while getting ready for school I accidentally knocked one of the shelves in our bedroom and the shelf completely fell sending everything on it to the floor. Ella looked at me and said, “A teacher would be really mad at you for that.”
One morning after getting ready for school, “Dad, mom just said a very not kind word!” Joe: “What did she say?” Ella: “No.” Oh poor, spoiled child. Heaven forbid that I actually tell you ‘no’ once in awhile.
The other night Joe was putting Ella to bed and they were reading a Veggie Tales book. Ella said, “Dad, this book says Jesus is the Bread of Life…I thought He was our Savior.”
Needless to say, Ella asks a lot of questions and has a lot of thoughts on life.