Over the weekend.
Evan: Mommy! Our Bible verse this month is “Love is patient. Love is kind.”
Me: “It does not boast. It is not proud . . . ” (I think you get the idea without me quoting the whole thing. It’s always helpful to have a few biblical verses memorized in case of exorcisms. And with the way Evan is acting lately, I might need one, but that is a different post.)
Evan: WOW! Mommy! That was neat!
Me: It’s important to know what love is, darling.
It’s kind of neat to hear your kid quote the Bible. Neat, and slightly weird.
Evan: Mrs. S told us the whole thing you said! “Love is patient.”
Me: Good. Love is all kinds of things.
Evan: Like hugs and kisses.
Sean: Like “I love you Mommy.”
Evan: Like doing nice things.
Sean: Like Count Dooku and Anakin Skywalker.
Evan: Like The New Weapon!
Sean: Like General Grievous!
May day. May day.
Evan: Like blood and guts!
Sean: Like brains!
Yup. Lost total control over this discussion.
Evan: Like worms and mud!
And I left the room. I’m starting to suspect that Y chromosome is a more powerful than I gave it credit for.