I sort of made a vow to myself that I wouldn’t let this blog become a Bill Cosby-esque “Kids do the funniest things!” site for cute reminescences – but I tell you something: kids do the funniest things.
While I was away in Langkawi, Wife was left on pancake and Lent patrol at home, where she patiently explained to the children (two of whom are four, one of whom is six), the meaning of, and customs around, Lent. She explained that it was customary to sacrifice something for its forty days – and she canvassed opinion on what they might like to choose.
Eldest Son has elected (one imagines with quite some encouragement from Wife) to give up answering back.
Daughter has agreed to give up her babies (not in some terrible Ken Loach sort of way – but the dolls she plays with most often).
And then Wife asked Youngest Son what he would like to give up for Lent.
“I would like to give up God.”
If I felt that this was offered in the spirit of sacrifice shown by his siblings, I would feel rather torn. As it is, I imagine it is simply a heartfelt confession from a little boy who saw Lent as a great opportunity to make some important changes.
