"Santa comes to the rescue"

Max had a conversation with Malachi that was hilarious. 

“Malachi in a few years we will grow hair on our faces.  How much hair will we have on our faces, Malachi?”

“Buddy, I already have hair on my face?”

Max took another spoonful of cereal and exhaled.  “How many hairs do you have on your face?”

“I don’t know Max, I have never counted them.”

Max combed his fingers through his hair.  “I think I have a hundred hairs on my head.”

Malachi gave Max a smile. “If you had hundred hairs you would be bald.  I think you have thousands of hairs on your head.”

Max looked intently at Malachi’s hair.  “Oh, you too?”

 
Last Sunday on our way to church Max talked a mile a second.  One sentence stuck with me all last week and kept a smile on my face with sweetness attached. 

“Mom, Santa is going to help me get ready for Junior high.  He is going to give me five, ten, and one dollar bills for Christmas.  It’s going to help me be the best junior high student ever.”

Max brought this home from school yesterday. I had to share it.  I think Max has picked up an interest in drawing. 

A question worth answering.

"Mom, when you are near me, can you feel my spirit?"

"Yes Max, I feel your sweet spirit all the time and it makes me happy."

"Marsupial Sue and the Runaway Pancake"

Wolf Max

Max made and designed his costume for his classroom play.  He drew and put together the props with his classmates.

Max has decided he wants to be a actor.   He told me he is going to make lots of money and give it to people that need help.

The play was adorable and it warmed my heart to see Max performing. I never dreamed I would see Max enjoy acting.  His teacher plans on another play for Thanksgiving.   I can't wait.

"What use are they?"

Before Max pulled open his pajama drawer, he placed his hands on his nipples. “Mom what are these called and what are they for?”  

I thought for a minute, before I responded of what definition I should use, breast, nipples.  Then I felt the best word to say. “It’s your chest.”  As I observed his expression, I realized it wasn’t enough of an answer.   He looked puzzled as he rubbed his hand over his chest.   “Mom is my chest a decoration?”

I pointed to his chest and gave each individual name for each part. He seemed happy, but wondered what use they are to him.  I think this topic was sparked, because of Max’s nephew being breastfed.

Prayer, Earth and Darkness.

Max's words.

Yesterday, I thinked about being the best person on earth.

I have been praying the earth would be stable that the earth wouldn’t be darkness, but full of brightness.

Will Jesus like me more, if I do follow his commandments and do what I’m told?

My eyes watered as I responded. “Jesus loves you anyway you are.”

I want to make it brighter. Will he forgive me for all the things I have done on earth, will he do that?”  I’m thinking about getting rid of all my money and giving it to Jesus.  It's a way I will help.  Anyways, it will help Mama. It means a lot to me to have a job and making money.  

I asked him what kind of job. 

“An actor.”

I tried not to giggle.  “You want to be an actor?”

Max shakes his head, yes, while he bites into his pizza. 


Topic change quickly as he continued to talk.

“What do you think Grace means?

 I repeated the question back to him.

He licked sauce from his fingers. “Amen.  I think I can be happier than Lou Gehrig.  I feel I will be the best on earth.  I’m a lucky man on earth.”  Max takes a deep breath.  “Having lots of money, family, and lots of friends.  I would be really happing having lots of friends.   For people that don’t have money, I will give them 50.00.  They will love me like crazy.  I will have about a load of friends.

Lou vs. Max

I loved my conversation s with Max at the dining table.  He always has some new advice, story to tell or gives me insight to what really matters.  I wrote this word by word as he spoke. 

He looks at me as though he has all the answers to his future in the palm of his hand.

“Lou Gehrig’s mom, came from Germany.   I’m going to be a good baseball player like Lou—but I’m not going to get a disease like him until I’m 113.”

I continue to listen.

I’m imaging what I will be like if I was a baseball player right.  I would be happy if you show on my blog that I’m going to be a baseball player.  Baseball is my favorite. 

My mind wanted to ask him why and while he shoved a chip with homemade salsa in his mouth I ask.

“Why would you want to be a baseball player?”

Max took a gulp of his milk combined with crushed ice.  Then he raised his eyebrows.  “Because, baseball is fun.  Mom, I’m going to tell you something.  Lou Gehrig didn’t miss a day of school and he was the first to play with the # 4.”   The door bell rings and our conversation came to abrupt end.  

When I return to the kitchen Max was still enjoying corn chips and salsa.  He turned and with a serious look on his face.  “I know what is best for our family with money.  The only way we can get money is if I get a job or Dad gets a job.  Your choice mom.  Do you want me to be an actor and get a lot of money or do you want Dad to be an actor and get more money?  Or either we will have to get a lawyer. 

“Why Max?”

“You know why.”

“Okay, why Max?”

We aren’t in debt; we have fifty dollars or something.  I have been saving it. I want to play it forward and be a friend with everyone on the universe.