I need a Psychology degree. Come to think of it, I need an Early Childhood Education degree, too. And it wouldn't hurt to have an MD. It would sure make parenting easier, wouldn't it?
But tonight, I was reminded how much I would really like to have my M.Div. Teaching young children the wonders and glories of the unsearchable God is truly a hoot! Tonight I gave a quick impromptu Mommy version of the story of David and Goliath. Afterwards, behold the conversation:
Corene: Why did David do that? 'Cause Goliath was mean?
Me: Well, yes. Goliath was insulting God.
Corene: So he killed him because he was mean to God?
Me: Ummmm... yes? God wanted him to.
Corene: So is that what we're supposed to do, too? When people are mean to God?
Me: Well..... ahhh.... no....
Yeah. Brilliant, Jenny. Could not come up with an appropriate explanation. If Daddy hadn't jumped in and saved the day by giving a simple, "Goliath was a soldier" (which fully satisfied her confusion), my daughter would probably be laying in bed right now planning her first murder.
Well, if you've read this blog for any length of time, you know I have a future drug dealer AND now a murderer on my hands.