So the other day, when Connor and I had just finished "Kroger-ing" (well we would have gone to Walmart but he said he wanted to go where the cars were on the carts--I am such a softy), I let him ride on the 1 cent fire truck. Mostly he's just scared of the noise, but he insists on sitting on it and gripping the edges for dear life...though that day, to his credit, he did actually reach out for the wheel. When the ride finished, he said he wanted to ride the horsey next to it. I told him we would save the horsey for another day, and he said, "Ride horsey Sunday?" Sunday is the only day of the week he knows, because that's when he gets to go to nursery with cousin Elsie. So I tried to figure out how to tell a barely two year-old about keeping the sabbath day holy, and the best I could come up with was, "We don't come to Kroger on Sundays because that makes Jesus sad." He got this really concerned look on his face, and said, "Jesus sad...Jesus sad.." and kept repeating it over and over like it was really bothering him. So we walked out to the van and I strapped him into his seat and started to back up, and he got quiet for a minute. Then all of the sudden he said in sweet, soft voice, "Jesus sad. Hold him. Love him." I seriously don't think that boy could be any cuter. I told him how nice he was, and that we love Jesus and Jesus loves us. Now that is what he tells every new person we see, "Jesus loves us!", like it is the best news he's ever heard. And so it should be.
p.s. We decided to go with the giraffe costume. He has a new thing with giraffes--with the zoo giraffes, the giraffe from the carousel (see picture below), and the wooden toy giraffe Grandpa brought back from one of the Europe trips. I'm sure some pictures of it will show up here soon.