Someone asked me today which of my children was my thinker. I laughed. They are ALL thinkers. It seems to have a lot to do with this age, but they are constantly trying to figure out the way the world works. A few observations from R:
At 6:01 a couple of mornings ago, after crawling into my bed R's deep, raspy voice spoke directly over my face.
"Mom! Mom! I have figurwed out an idea on how I can always live with you! We can move those two kid beds out of mine and P's woom and put in one big bed for me and my wife and all our kids to share! And I will even paint da walls (currently little boy blue) to be yellow or gween so my wife will like 'em too."
My husband was especially amused when R added, "And I won't even have to pay money if I live HERE."
Tonight at bedtime P was asking me how I could be so sure that we would always remember each other.
"I am your Mommy," I responded, "You are part of me."
"What?" he giggled, "How am I part of you?"
"You were in my tummy," I replied.
"But I am not anymore!" P reminded me.
"Right, but God took a little of me and a little of Daddy and mixed it together to make you."
"Really?" he asked wide- eyed with an impish grin.
"Yes. That's why you have Daddy's hair and dimples and Mommy's dark eyes and skin." I explained
R interjected, "Hey! That's me that got the dimples!"
"Yes, you got Daddy's dimples and eyelashes but you got my skin and hair."
"Oh! So, when you weren't lookin' God took some of your hay-yur and put it on me," he announced proud to have figured it all out.
I briefly explained cells and DNA ('stuff in your body and blood that makes you') as he settled in for sleep.
Just as he was about to drift off his eyes popped open again and seemingly out of the blue he said,"Mommy, when I die I know who I want to give my eyeballs to...Ivey!"
I love that precious little man!
Updated to Add:
This morning over breakfast I told R how much I had been thinking about his kind idea about Ivey.
"I even told some friends about it and they thought it was a very kind thing for a 6 year old boy to say."
He looked at me very seriously, "But did you tell the man who would put in her eyes?"
I explained that Ivey lacked the connection from her eyes to her brain, so while some people could get new eyes from people who no longer needed them, Ivey could not.
"Well, I could give her the part that connects too, Mama."
R has the most challenging personality (at this age) of my three--these glimpses into the tenderness under his bravado are a heart-warming blessing to his often exhausted Mama's heart.