Not These Balls

Having kids is a wonderful thing.  Having little boys can be quite amusing.  I got home from work and there was no doubt that the kids were home from Alaska.  My neat and tidy house has strayed a bit from that description.  When I walked in the house I was surprised at the chaos that existed.  What I had cleaned up this morning before leaving for work was no longer clean.  Jack had Andy by the foot and was dragging him across the floor.  I was informed that they were playing cops and robbers.  Apparently Andy was the robber.  It was fun to watch them having fun.  It wasn't fun seeing the house a mess but we will survive, it's only stuff. 

I need to note here in the middle of this post that someone dropped off a surprise at our doorstep tonight.  It was a big gift basket thing filled with games, goodies and a fun jar.  We don't know who the gifter is though Natalie was doing a full and complete analysis of the handwriting on the tag.  She mentioned it being the same as a girls at school... perhaps she is on to something, or not.  Anyway, a heartfelt thank you from us to you, whoever you are. 

A second note for the middle of this post has to do with our Family Home Evening lesson on putting on the whole armor of God.  Andy came home from church yesterday weilding a sword and a shield and loved the Armor of God so I told him we would watch a talk from Elder Hales.  We started to watch it and then it quit playing the video so I read it.  It was good.  We talked about why there is a need for the armor of God.  I don't know how much was retained but I think we had a good conversation. 

Okay, so following all that Andy had taken a bath.  He was last on the list tonight so didn't have a lot of hot water.  Anyhow, he took care of business and after getting out of the bath I had given him some underwear.  While he was attempting to put on the underwear I was asking him about some things that had been left on my bed.  "Is that your bouncy ball?"  I asked about a ball that was sitting on my bed.  Excitedly he started telling me how he got to pick some things out of some prize pile in his class and said as he was putting on his underwear "I grabbed the ball, (pause) not these balls, (pointing at his testies) and this skateboard out of the prize pile...".  All boy that Andy, and proud of it.  When a boy discovers his testies, his nutties, his balls if you will, he takes a certain amount of pride in those things.  They aren't just something you randomly pick up in some 2nd grade class prize pile.  No, not these balls.