Tess has a nasty case of pink eye right now, so we kept her home from church today. While everyone else was gone, I figured I needed to have some sort of sabbath discussion with her, and we got to talking about why Heavenly Father wants us to be a part of a family.
Her answer: So we don't have to be hobos!
True enough, I suppose.
Have I told you about my children's fear of "hobos?" At some point in the last year or two, one of their cousins told them a story about homeless people who live in trash cans, and who kidnap little children right out of their beds. Tess sleeps on the bottom bunk, right next to her bedroom window, which looks out onto the spot where we keep our trash cans. So you can imagine her horrifying imaginings when she thinks of the hobos who surely come to sleep in our trash cans every night.
Every so often the hobo fears re-emerge, and today we spent another 30 minutes of our day reassuring Tess that she is perfectly safe in her bed and that no hobos are going to escape the garbage can to kidnap her.
I've locked them tightly in the trash bin.
1 year ago

