Grace

Kaj and his buddy Cade had a sleepover on Saturday night.  It was Cade's first and he did a great job.  He can come over any time.  Cade and Kaj were eating their supper of spaghetti.  Cade said we need to say grace and Kaj said you don't have to.  Cade said we don't have to either if we forget but if we remember then I always have to say it.  I told Cade he could go ahead and do grace and he did come lord jesus.  Then he and Kaj started talking about what Grace was and all the things they were thankful for and then about Adam and Eve and how woman was created, from Adam's rib, and Kaj was saying they just came up from the dirt(that part got a little deep for them pretty quick so they went back to grace and making up their own graces).  They were thankful for their food and homes and families and going to the bathroom and their nuts and their buts (and then my wonderful child adds at the end of that) assholes.  It really was a great conversation and there was lots of giggling but I just wanted to crawl under the table.  Even Cade was like "Kaj!"  Fun little minds at work.  I wander if parents still listen in when their children are 36 and if they find it as amusing?!