Growing Up

As John comes to slowly understand time, he is beginning to understand age. When he sees baby photos of himself, he says, "That was me when I was born!" He understands that Mary can't or isn't allowed to do certain things because she is a baby instead of a big kid and the same is true for John because he is a little boy instead of a grown-up.

Yesterday he said something cute to his dad: "You're not a little boy! You're a daddy! Someday you will grow up to be me." (Then correcting himself . . .) "I will grow up to be you. When I grow up I will be a daddy and I will use a screwdriver to fix my Jeep!"

I don't know whether the joy of procreating life with God or using a real screwdriver holds more appeal for a two-year-old. Well, yes, I do know!