Boys Will Be Boys...

I tried to have a meaningful talk with Kenny the other night about Christmas and how it's Jesus's birthday. Ever since he started talking about Christmas this year I would try and sneak in little tidbits of the real reason for the season. Which is hard because well....he's three and will only concentrate for so long on a subject. But I try and keep it short and he generally will ask questions or at the very least seem interested. And sometimes he'll bring up things, especially after church on Sunday's. He has a great Sunday school class  and he's always coming home with little things they made that are relative to a verse they learned that day. So when he came out with a cow made out of a paper plate, I was curious as to what they had talked about. He didn't really give me much at the time I asked. Something about a cow and Jesus. I was trying to remember all the bible stories I had learned as a child and still couldn't come up with one about Jesus and a cow. Doesn't mean there isn't one but at the time I couldn't think of it! And given his mood I didn't feel like pressing the subject. That night he brought the cow into his room as we were getting ready for bed. He had lost one of  his wiggly eyes and was looking quite pitiful. Then, in a moment of clarity, I finally realized that his teachers were probably talking about all the different animals that were there when Jesus was born. Since it's almost Christmas and all that would make sense wouldn't it? So I asked " Kenny, were there so many animals there on Jesus's birthday? Like a cow?"
I fully expected him to start rattling off all these different kinds of animals, but instead I got a very enthusiastic " MOO!" After I laughed at him I tried again.." Did you know that Jesus was born in a barn Kenny? Is that why the cow was there?" "MOOO!"
I think I asked 2 more questions hoping he would eventually run out of moo's....he didn't. Oh well, boys will be boys. And I'm sure I'll have plenty more opportunities to talk about things like that with him...hopefully without any other animal sounds. Who knows though, because he's kind of like a one boy circus act. I think I'd rather him moo at me then drink from the dog's water dish though, which he was totally caught doing this week. Why? Because he was a dog and he got thirsty. Naturally.