Telephone by pictures

We were recently introduced to a new game (thanks SIL (Sister in Law) Laurie!). It turned out to be a lot better than I thought it would.  I would even say I flat out like it.  It's sort of like the game telephone, but with pictures.  Someone starts by writing a sentence. The next person draws a picture of the sentence. Then you fold over the words and hand it to a thrid person. That person writes down what they think the picture is trying to say. Then the fourth is a sentence again and so on.  I scanned in a few of them just so you can get an idea of what it can be like.

I hurt my side

Common occurrence:

We hear Faith crying upstairs. I go get her from the stairs (she had started to come down).

"Faith, what happened, are you okay"

Faith still crying, "I hurt my side."

"How did you hurt your side?"

"I go into a baffroom"

"How did you hurt it in the bathroom?"

"I run into a wall."

I think we'll look back on these experiences and laugh, she definitely seems like the one of the two girls who will be more interested (and probably better) at sports. She's more aggressive, which usually translates well on the "court".

Resurrected

We went to a flag retirement ceremony with the kids on Thursday night. It was a really cool experience. As part of it, they had a slide show of pictures from military veterans and current military members. Kate had a litany of questions (they showed things such as jet planes, aircraft carriers, families communicating by webcam and lots of cemeteries). Kate asked a question that really made me think.

"Dad, do people always get buried with their clothes on?"

"Well Kate, I think they usually do, why do you ask?"

"Itsa cause I don't want to be resurrected naked. That would be embarrassing."

I'm pretty sure we can somehow take care of that as needed despite our cloths having dissolved, since large portions of our bodies have also dissolved. I didn't go any further into it than that.

Barginning

Kate and I were having a short one on one interview this afternoon. I suggesting starting with a prayer, Kate responded back, "how about a song, then we can have THREE prayers at the end." At the end, as she was wanting to rush out the door, I reminded her of those prayers. She responded, "Well, how about we can say FIFTEEN prayers later."

Hmm....I wonder what it will escalate to when it's time to say those 15 prayers?