All I can say is it's ALL TRUE what they say about Texas: Football is Definitely King.
The other night our Entire Town had a pep rally, celebrating the opening of our new
While I was gone to the pep rally with the Big Kids, Dennis kept the Littler Two home so they could get to bed at a decent time.
Over breakfast the next morning, Ruthie-4 gave me the low-down of their evening with Dad. Apparently, they had watched the Jesus film for children (with a bit of judicious muting and fast-forwarding toward the crucifixion scenes) before bedtime.
Ruthie scrunched her eyes together and folded her hands as she breathlessly described the evening. "I just LOVE that movie. There was this girl that was dead and God getted her alive."
(I guess Ruthie is following in her sister's footsteps with an amazing understanding of Jesus as God).
What followed was a mish-mash of movie snippets, like, "When God was praying, there was blood gushing on the rock," and, "They used really big nails."
I couldn't believe how "into it" she was, considering everyone in the movie speaks in English accents and uses "Thee's" and "Thou's." I was thinking how wonderful, how full of understanding, how mature (once you get past the gigantic lisp) she sounded!
It was then that she sighed resignedly and rolled her eyes a bit. "But then we saw God's underwear," she said in a hushed, just-between-you-and-me tone.
"You saw WHAT? I gasped. Lord have mercy, I thought. Are we talking about the same movie here?
"When they getted Him on the cross." Oh, thank the Lord He was wearing something, or who knows what Ruthie might be telling people about what she's watching at home!
"But I didn't really look at that," she continued.
Boy am I glad to hear that!
"I was just looking at God."
Well, regardless of my four-year-old's concept of ancient clothing, I'd say that's a pretty good idea, myself.