I want to go back.

Mexico. Ahhhhh. . .

Jesus' Death

last night Will wanted to read about Jesus' death and resurrection. So we did. At the end, his comment was "they didn't do a very good job killing him."
Because he came alive again.
Oh my.
Complicated explanation ensued.
He assured me that he would have done a better job.
Eek.
I explained that he couldn't actually kill God, which was the problem with the Jews.
He's still thinking on that one. . .

Then tonight I had to explain why our gingerbread house is in the fridge in the garage. The reason is that during Christmas I had a feeling we'd have an ant invasion if I left it in the house, so I put it in the fridge in the garage. Will said "but, you could have left it on the table, and the ants couldn't get it there, it's too tall."
I said "well, but they could climb up the legs and get to the table that way."
Will countered "well, we could make a table with no legs." And then he had the funniest look on his face, as he's picturing all the problems with that scenario.
Then he decides how to fix it:
"Bendy nails. We could use bendy nails and hang it from the ceiling, and we'd need a hammer and a ladder. . . and that's probably a Daddy job."
Good thing Daddy's in charge of that one.

Up your nose.

Will climbed into Betsy's crib this afternoon after her nap. He was being so sweet, and kissed her on her nose. She wiped it off. He said "oh, no, Sissy, that's not coming off, it went up your nose."

Yup. Up your nose.