Getting To Know All About You


Tommy: Maggie, what do you know about me?

Maggie: I know you love minecraft. I know you like to be on the iPad every day. I know you hate it when I bother you. I know you don’t wash your armpits. 

Tommy: One of those things isn’t true…sometimes when you bother me I kind of want you to. STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP!

Matters of life and death


Maggie has hit that most wonderful of developmental phases: death questions. Tonight she was thinking or our friend Leslie who died a few months ago at the age of 21.

“What happens when people die when they aren’t supposed to [like leslie]? How do they get to heaven? Right away? She just spawned there? Is she in Bible stories? Will they write a new bible story about her? Will they give her a house? Will Jesus give her food?”

I asked if she was worried about these thoughts of dying. She said “No. When it’s time for me to die I will be ready. This probably worries Tommy, right? He’s scared of more things than me. Girls are not scared of as much.”

Git ‘er Done


Tommy facing an unpleasant task: Well actually I’m happy to do it right now. Like I always say, ‘The first the better.’ Well no, I never actually said that before. That doesn’t make sense.