Wanted to write these down somewhere so that I could remember...
Eric :
Yesterday as we were walking back home from the bus stop, I was berating him for AGAIN forgetting his hat at school... or on the bus (in which case it had been stolen)... or... And he did his famous screaming-whine and said to me "Mais Maman, c'est pas ma faute ! C'est mon cerveau !" Translation : But Mom, it's not my fault! It's my brain!
Sara:
Last night when I was singing with her before bed, she asked for the song about the sun and the rain. I sat there thinking and told her I didn't know which song she meant. Then I thought maybe it was the Johnny Appleseed song, "the sun and the rain and the appleseed..." But that wasn't it. She kept saying "about the sun and the rain... YOU know, Mama!" She was getting angry. But then I remembered the song I had sung on our hike Sunday afternoon, and the one she had asked for the night before (she's into traditions) as "the one about Jesus and the sun." So I sang, "Jesus shall reign where'er the sun doth its successive journeys run..." And I explained that that word was a different kind of rain...
I do love being a mom.
And Xangazon doesn't have the book I'm currently reading, a fascinating biography of Johann Georg Stuber, Jean-Frederic Oberlin's predecssor as pastor in this place...
Comments (2)
Moi, aussi. C'est toujours mon cerveau! Hoorah, Eric!
Are we really going to be in the same part of the world this summer?
Love Eric's excuse... that is such a Daniel thing to say! Sarah sounds like a real sweetheart, too!
--Mindy