That was the question of the day from Ian... If any of you know Ian well enough, he is always asking questions or telling us things that just don't make sense. "Mommy, your hair smells like posioned apple juice..." "Mommy, you have an eyeball on your head..." "Why do you love me?" On and on and on and on.... well, sometimes, I know he is just being silly, sometimes I am silly along with him and answer him back with something even sillier. Sometimes I just ignore him and just hope he doesn't wait for an answer. In THIS case in asking about the baby, I chose the later. I really think my eyes bugged out and I became frozen for a minute. (He wasn't going away and was waiting for that answer). Still, I can't move and I am thinking, "what do I tell this 5 year old?" hmmm......
Caelin, right in back of him heard that question, and I thought maybe he would be waiting for an answer too, but he surprised me, and blurted out in a "dugh....voice," "because God planted a seed there." I started to tear up--I don't know if it was from relief of not having to answer "THE QUESTION," or of how proud I was of my 7-year old that didn't even have to think about it, and then I was disappointed in myself because I wasn't ready for "THE QUESTION."
So we are getting ready for lunch, ok, well, I am. I tell the two youngest to go wash their hands--(they are heavily into drawing--they hear me, but they just don't want to budge or even ask for a few more minutes). As of late, Ian has been trying me in the area of slow obedience--who is it that said..."slow obedience is disobedience--D. Wilson? Anyway, I told Ian to come to "THE COUCH," where his he would meet MR. SPOON, and he replies, "but Mom, remember, girls first!" I just about couldn't get through disciplining without laughing. I am glad Robby wasn't there, or we would have both lost it and nothing would have been taught. 
Here's our new kittens. The girls have claimed the orange one, and "her" name is Missy, and the boys claimed the black one as Jack Sparrow. 
