Conversations.

At stake conference last week, Caleb was playing with a leftover coloring sheet from my primary class about the council in heaven.

Caleb to me, in stage whisper: Satan got a spank!

Me: Satan doesn't have a body.

Caleb: Yeah, but he still has a bum, doesn't he?



After passing a dead deer on the road earlier this week:

Caleb: How did that deer die?

Me: A car hit it.

Caleb: Or a truck?

Me: Yes, or a truck.

Caleb: Maybe it was a rock.

Me: No, it was definitely a vehicle of some kind.

Caleb: Like a car.

Me: Yes.

Caleb: Or a truck.

Me: Yes.

Caleb: Or an RV.

Me: Yes.

Caleb, brightening at the prospect of a joke: Or a TV!



This morning as I was changing the sheets on his bed, he had the little paper ad insert things from inside toy boxes (dating back to Christmas and his birthday) set up around the room:

Caleb: As you can see, I was reading my Transformers books this morning.

Me: Oh, yeah?

Caleb: Yeah. But then I decided I didn't want anyone to see my bum.

Me: You were reading naked?

Caleb, matter of factly: Yeah. So I decided to get dressed.