Some interesting conversations we have had lately:

The other night as we were settling down for bed.
Noah: "Momma - tell me a story."
Me: "I don't know any stories."
Noah: "Yes you do.  You know the story of Life." (thoughtful pause) "Do you know that Life is Truth?"
Me: "Really?  How so?"
Noah: "It's so sad...Jesus is still hanging on that cross."
Me: "No he is not.  That is the best part of the story."
Noah: "I know.  He is still alive." (another thoughtful pause) But, what if he was DOUBLY screwed on the cross?  How would he get down?"
Micah: "He wasn't screwed.  He was nailed!"
Noah: "Well, what if he was DOUBLY nailed on the cross?  How would he get down?"
Micah: "They would turn the hammer around and pull out the nails!"
I guess Noah was satisfied with that answer. 


On the way home tonight:
Noah: "Did you see all of those windows on that house?  Was that the White House?"
Me: "No, the White House is in Washington D.C."
Noah: "Well, when are we going to go there?"
Me: "I don't know.  We will have to plan a trip some day."
Micah: "NO!!! We can't go to Washington D.C.!!! There are all kinds of villians there!"


Backstory:  We just got home from spending a week at my sisters in Michigan.  My nephews call me Aunt Meganite.  Meganite is a nickname I got from my step-dad growing up.  He said I was like dynamite, thus came the name Meganite.
Noah: "Momma???" "Momma?"  "AUNT MEGANITE!!!"
Me: "Noah - I am not Aunt Meganite to you.  Just to your cousins."
Noah: "Ok....Miss Meganite??? Can I have a snack?"