Yesterday, while I ran errands at our local Walmart, Grace stood on the front of the cart, facing me. She pointed at things she wanted, she attempted climbing into the bottom rack, she shifted her weight and generally made it difficult to steer.

We were very close to done when she pointed and loudly remarked, "Oh, she is not modest!"

First of all, don't ask me why she is already so acutely aware of modesty. I can probably attribute it to Karlee, my stylish teenage sister, who evaluates all her clothing choices with our family's modesty standard.

I haven't discussed it with Grace really. I mean, I buy all her clothes. And besides, I feel like we're still working on basics. Like sitting still during prayers.

But somehow, it has become her favorite "rule."

And there in Walmart I could feel my face flush. I sped up. And I kept my head down. And turned at the next corner.

And Grace and I had a very long discussion regarding other people's feelings. And how we need to be careful with them.

She seemed very confused during this discussion, so I reemphasized, "Grace, what if she heard you? How do you think she felt?"

Grace only responded, "She heard me?" And she said this several times.

Finally I asked, "Grace, who were you pointing at?"

She replied, "The girl in the photo."

Man, I hope the women behind me within earshot knew what she was pointing at.

Reality

Grace is a pretty huge fan of these Old Testament videos. She was watching the story of Abraham when she turned to me and said, "Wait. I don't have to watch this video of Abraham! I have this video!"

And she ran to the bookshelf to retrieve Veggie Tales' version of the Biblical drama.

I was glad she had made a connection and realized that these were two versions of the same story. But I still felt the need to clarify an important point.

"Grace, you do know that the real-life Abraham was not a cucumber, right?"

Grace laughed. She answered gleefully, "Silly Mommy! Abraham is a pea!"

Oh, of course. Silly Mommy.

[As a side note, let me add that it is a shocker to realize you need the spiritual message coming from your child's cartoon. Well done, Veggie Tales. Peas, cucumbers, gourds and all.]

I do not exaggerate about flooding.

There is a great park here in town that we frequent. It's awesome. Lots of slides, spongy playing ground, cool equipment.

Here's what it usually looks like:

(photo courtesy playlsi.com)

Note the pretty pond. And its [safe] distance from the park.

Here is the same park.

Today.

Say hi to the ducks.

I grew up in Washington State. I'm supposed to know rain, people.

Apparently I don't. I mean, I have. never. seen. anything like this until we moved [slightly] East.

Apparently what I really knew were gutters. And storm drains.

West Texas doesn't have these. No, I'm not kidding. There aren't even little indents on the roadside. You're lucky when the road slopes outward.

This means floods and road closures are a typical occurrence about the same time every year.

All because of water.

Are you not astounded? Amazed? Awed? I always am.

A Day Out

It has rained here for the past two days. Straight. And in our neck of the desert, when it rains, it floods.

Kind of like this.

We are inside our apartment most of the time anyway. The rain doesn't make much difference. But today we got the chance to go to an art festival here in town. Grace was stoked. The main exhibit was a showcase of Lego art. On top of that, there were crafts for the kids, elaborate toy train sets, and community shows.

After the Home Depot Build a Bank craft, I asked the girls to hold up their work and smile. In other words, I requested they pose.

We all know how that goes.
"Thank you, Grace. Claire, look at the camera!"

"Thank you, Claire. Can you smile now? And Grace, look at the camera!"

Grace: "Claire. You smile like this, see? This is how you smile for the camera."

Claire: [fish face.]

Grace: "Good, Claire, that's good trying."

Yes, I believe that is Claire's real attempt at a smile.

And... that's as good as posing gets around here, folks.

It was her design call. Not mine.

When you see this munchkin around town, try not to wince. By allowing the kid to dress herself or to choose against having her hair combed, her mother is teaching her self governance. Agency. Independence.

At least that's what I tell myself.

Is allergy season really that bad?

Grace's prayer last night went like this:

"Dear Heavenly Father,

Thank Thee for today.

Thank Thee for Mommy and Daddy and Claire.

Please bless us tomorrow

that we will survive.

Amen."

Because my words aren't working