Ups and downs

It's amazing how encouraging and disappointing life with kids can be in a 24 hour period. This evening as I was diapering Elsie just before bed, Elliot called out to me from the bathtub, 'mama, I poop'. 'You pooped?' I asked, hoping I had misheard. 'Yeah. I poop in bathtub.'  After singing a quick song to Bug, I found Elliot cowering in one corner of the tub, pointing at the offending party and saying, 'get it out, get it out.' Get it out I did. That was a down.

Just yesterday evening after dinner we were enjoying some 'Jesus stories' as Elliot calls them. After one story we asked Elliot why Jesus had to die. 'Because I was disobedient,' he said easily. Michael and I gave each other the 'did you teach him that?' look. Neither of us had. Sunday school? Who knows. This was an up.