Kennedy is my 3 year old. She has such personality and insight into life and the world we live in. And where we live, it's WINDY! There might be 1 or 2 days a week when it's not windy. Windy to us is not a breeze, it is more like "make sure your trees are trimed regualrly or they'll knock your house over and smash your car!"
Today as we got in the car it was windy. As I was running in and out of the house I heard Kennedy yelling from inside the car, "Stop it wind! Go away!" She yelled with such faith I was sure it would stop.
We are off to Taft tonight and I told her when it was dark we were going to drive to Grandma Kathy's house. So all day long she has been saying, "Sun, go to sleep! It's time for you to go to sleep! I need it to be dark!"
The other day we were eating dinner and for some reason we were talking about death. I asked her if we would ever die. She said no. The discussion then turned into a gospel essentials lesson.
Me: We are all born and we will all die. That's part of Heavenly Father's plan. And when we die we get to go live with Heavenly Father and Jesus and prophet's like Nephi and Joseph Smith!
M: So what happens when we die?
K: We go to His house.
M: Who's house?
K: Heavenly Father's house... and they have juice there and cups... and baby food... and Heavenly Father will come in a car to our house.
I think she's got it!
This evening I took all 3 kids out after 5pm! That is a HUGE deal at our house. I am a bedtime NAZI!!! Bedtime is 7pm no exceptions... unless you're trying to get all the paper work to the realtor to buy an amazing home. So there I was driving to Barstow to get Justin's signatures and then to Victorville to drop off the paper work (with a huge bounce in my step and smile on my face). I got gas, which I would have preferred to be free, but it wasn't. And while we're on the subject, wouldn't you know the minute we get our diesel fantastic car, diesel soars the highest EVER! I got a tip from a friend at church and was HAPPY to pay $4.95 a gallon instead of $5.15. And the tank was bone dry... that's right, 36 gallons of $4.95! But I only do it once a month and it still hurts. Maybe I'll take up road biking, in the wind, with 3 children, hmmmm...
The point of the story was while getting gas Kennedy pointed to the fast food whatever and said, "hey, I want to go to that eater!" I just thought it was funny. Laugh if you will or not, but there you have it.