My youngest son is quite the little pill lately. He has been keeping me hopping...unfortunately over dirty underwear, toys he has pulled off the shelves, pieces of paper he has "cuttin' up" and other random paraphernalia. To remember the craziness that is Gunnison, I thought I'd share a few little funnies with you.
We've been working with Gunner to fold his arms and close his eyes for the prayer. He knows what to do, he's been doing it forever, but lately has been refusing to participate. So, one evening at dinner, we reminded him to fold his arms. He opened his large blue eyes (even wider than they normally are), spread his arms open, palms up and declared, "I can't! I'm sorry, I just can't!" He looked so ridiculously serious, as if he simply couldn't fold his arms and close his eyes.
Another prayer incident occurred at church. We were sitting in the foyer, due to loud naughtiness, when it came time for the closing prayer. I told him to close his eyes and fold his arms. He dutifully crossed his skinny little arms and squeezed his eyes shut...only for them to pop open immediately. He exclaimed a little too loudly, encouraging snickers from other foyer-parents, " It's too dark behind my eyes! It's just too dark!" This has become a common refrain at prayer. He has even gone so far as to ask for a light due to the darkness behind his eyes.
I don't know if I have mentioned how very into Star Wars my boys are. Seriously into it. Gunner knows who Bubba Fett, Hans Solo, Jabba, Leia, etc. are. He knows WAY more than I do. His love for Star Wars plays a part in his imaginary play, choice of toys and daily life (he'll pretend his fork is a light sabre and attack his food or brothers with it). Anyway, so the other Sunday we were out in the foyer due to loud naughtiness (hmmm...might there be a trend here?) and I was making him sit on my lap and be still. The rule is: outside of the chapel you are still in trouble and required to sit still and be reverent until you can go in and be reverent. So we were perched on the couch and I decided to tell him the story of David and Goliath-thinking he would appreciate the violence in the tale. He was so into it! He was listening intently and really focusing on my telling of it (I was being fabulous, with animated voices, expressions, the works). Congratulating myself on being an A+ mother, I get to the part where David is standing up to battle against Goliath. "David pulls out his trusty sling, puts in a rock, swings the sling once...twice...a third time and lets the stone fly! Gun, what do you think happens next?" The reply was given with his oh-so-wide eyes, " Darth Vador comes?!" Uh....no.... Unfortunately for my premature back-patting, Gunner lost interest with the story once he heard my answer. If only Darth Vador was featured in the Bible and Book of Mormon, my kids would be all over reading the scriptures!