Friday, December 12, 2008

A lesson

"Mommy, do chickens have spirits?"


"Yes, honey. Chickens have spirits."




"Yes, Jake?"

"Will the chickens be alive again when Jesus comes back?"

thud. chhh-chunk. 

"Yes, honey. That's right."


thud. chhh-chunk


"Why do the chickens have to go in the ground? Because Pete broke their necks? I want to see."

"Yes, Jake. Pete killed the chickens."

"But why did he kill them, because he's bad?"

"No, Jake. It's just the way he's made. He's designed to kill little things like rats, moles, chickens...that's what he was bred for."


"Yes, Jake?"

"When I'm dead who will put me in the ground?"

"Sweet-pea, let's not worry about that right now."

"Bye Peaches, bye other chickens! We'll see you when we're dead!"

Thud. Thud.

"Mommy, is it milk and cookie time?"

"Yes, Jake. I definitely think so."


Mike said...

I once read that hope is the veneere over todays dissapointment; that in hope lies a lesson to carry forward.

While the chicken experiement has thus far not yielded great results; we can rejoice in finally discovering the answer to the age old question of which came first?... Clearly the egg!

Catherine said...

That makes me want to cry. Thank goodness for milk and cookies. Give Jake a hug for me. I sure love that kid.