Subscribe to the NetworkI Don’t Think This is Exactly What They Teach in Sunday School…
Yesterday our neighbor friend (age 8 ) came over rather early (8:45am) to see if my son (age 4) could play. Jeff and I were a little leery, and said no because we were eating breakfast anyway. But, a little later we were doing something in the garage and opened the garage door. Our dear ol’neighbor friend was waiting right outside with another buddy, again asking for Dylan to come out and play. My son overhears that he is calling for him and happily bounds outside to play with the older boys. He gathers two rackets and two balls to give to the boys so that they could all play together outside. As he approaches the boys they immediately pull out two water guns and start shooting away at my helpless target. Stunned, Dylan stops and I can tell is confused and fighting back the tears. I step in and call off the water execution of my kid. I make the kids apologize and take my wet, sad son inside. We talked a little about what happened and why that guy would be so mean, but then Dylan saw something shiney and went on with other business.
But about an hour later he came and crawled in my lap with tears in his eyes again and asked why his friend would be so mean to him. I told him that I thought the other guys probably were not trying to be mean, but just thought it was funny, even though it wasn’t very funny. And then my next piece of wisdom came directly from the Holy Spirit, I’m sure…
“Get in the car Dylan. We’re going to Target to get 4 Super Soaker Water Guns. We’ll be ready for them next time.”
Yeah I woulda soaked those kids with the hose myself!