My youngest son, Eric is six. He says really funny stuff:
Mistletoe sucks. Just ask Eric.
The boy gives me a gentle warning: “If you eat one of those mistletoe berries it will suck the life right outa you. But, not the birds. They just go #2.”
While reading a book aloud to my little student, I stop for a teachable moment and get schooled:
“So, what do you think is going to happen next, Eric?”
“I don’t know. I’m not the one reading this book. You are.”
Eric makes his Christmas list:
“What would you like to get Papaw for Christmas?”
“I know! A dvd of the news!”
A short discussion about the boy’s social life:
“Son, you’re not allowed to have any girlfriends until you get married.”
“But I already have eight.”
Eric does his math:
“Could they trick you with that problem, Eric?”
“Nope. It’s stuck in my head like duct tape.”
"Dude. Chill. I got this." -Jesus
A theological discussion after reading the account of Joseph, Mary, and Jesus’ flight to Egypt:
“Did God take care of Jesus when He was a little boy?”
“Yes. Wait-but Jesus is God. He took care of Himself.”