I teach my eldest son's age group at church. It is one of my favorite things about Sunday mainly because I get to put a lot of really cute 10 year-olds on the Jesus Hot Seat. They handle it like champs, but the only one who doesn't is my son. Go figure.
Today's lesson was on Honesty and the story of Barnabas, Ananias, and Sapphira in Acts 4: 32 through Acts 5:10. This gist of the tale is that Barnabas gave all he had to the Apostles to care for the people of the early church. Ananias and Sapphire were sneaky cheats who held out on the goods then lied about it. The moral of the story: Tell the truth or die. Seriously. If you don't believe me, look it up.
At the end of this moral tale of woe, Julian leans over to my son and says, "dude, that is super harsh." To which my son answers, "Yeah, my mom keeps on telling me that she brought me into this world, she can take me out again."
Ah, motherhood. So help me, I have never laid a finger on that kid, but my words apparently are damning. I say stupid things (mostly kidding) that get parroted by my boys in great places, like church or the grocery store. It makes me sit back and have a think. If I were a fly on the wall, what would my boys be repeating? Hopefully it's more than cursing the words "tartar sauce" or telling folks that they ate monkey brains and fried maggots for dinner (I have to code name the food because they wont eat it if I told them it was stir fry on rice!).
Oh, and for the record, when the teacher asked my youngest son what he was the most grateful for, he boldly proclaimed, "My parents! They're awesome!" I'll take the mom-kudos today. I need it.