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Conversations in the Kitchen

Emmy follows me around the kitchen. “Mommy, where is my Santa Claus?”

“Your what?” It’s March. Why is she looking for Santa Claus?

“Mommy, I want my Santa Claus!” Emmy insisted. I racked my brain to figure out what she was talking about. It finally dawned on me that over the weekend, Ed had bought Emmy her own dental floss.

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As you can imagine, two and a half year old Emmy is struggling to wrap her head around Grandma being gone. “Grandma is sick,” she’ll often say. “When will Grandma get better?”

Lily, in her wise old age of five, will answer Emmy with an answer she’s heard me give: “Grandma’s all better now because she’s in heaven.”

“Mommy, don’t die.” Emmy says as I look at her.

“Mommy, how old will you be when you die?” follows up Lily in this unsettling conversation I am having with my children.

“One hundred!” I exclaim.

“Why, Mom?”

“Because I would miss you too much to die.”

Lily reprimands me, saying, “Heaven is magical, Mommy. People don’t miss each other when they are in heaven.”

Heaven has no time, my mother once told me. She believed that once you got to Heaven, you wouldn’t feel like you were waiting for your loved ones to join you.

How did Lily know?

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Conversations Outside the Preschool Door: Do Your Kids Play with Toy Guns?

While I was in the bathroom yesterday morning, getting ready for church, Lily and Emmy were dancing in my bedroom, wearing their fancy dresses for church and their fairy wings. They pranced around, waving their fairy wands. All of a sudden, I heard Lily say, “You’re dead!” to Emmy. What? Did I hear that right?

I walked into the bedroom, and Lily had a small, orange water gun. She explained that they were playing “Good Fairy, Bad Fairy.” Emmy started whacking Lily with her fairy wand, and I confiscated it.

I had always been told that boys will pick up sticks to use as guns, or use their fingers to shoot their friends as they play. I never expected this from my girls! Here we were, preparing to go worship the Prince of Peace, and Lily and Emmy are running around pretending to kill each other!

While I didn’t actually take the water gun away, I stopped the game and we went downstairs to go to church. The rest of our day was relatively peaceful, if I don’t count the normal bickering and rough housing the girls do!

Do you let your children play pretend with guns, and let them “kill” each other? I’d like to hear your opinions!

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