H's Wisdom

Recently, I have been amazed at how wise H is for 6 (almost 7). Maybe it is all normal. He is growing up, after all. But, I think he possesses a spiritual understanding that is advanced for his age. Here is an example ...

I overheard this conversation between H & P in the backseat:

P: Do bad guys hate Jesus and God? ("Jesus and God" are an ever-present part of P's thoughts.)
Me: Some might but most don't know Him or possibly do know Him and make bad choices anyway.
P: I'm going to beat up all the bad guys that hate Jesus and God until they die.
H: You shouldn't beat them up. You should show them love and then TELL them about Jesus and God. If you beat them up and they die, they won't get a chance to love Jesus and God and go to heaven.

(I do hope that all of this beating up and dying talk is "normal". I have to get T's perspective on such things because I've never been a boy.)

I really need to start writing this stuff down ...

P, age 5: The day before swimming lessons began, Price asked, "Will I have to get in the water?".

P, age 5: After a canoeing "adventure" during our recent camping trip where Price cried, begged to go to shore, asked us how much longer countless times, screamed at even the slightest tilt of the canoe, etc., we drove past a billboard with a picture of a canoe, and from the backseat he said, "I love canoeing.".

P, age 5: When we were in Memphis recently, we passed the old, beautiful Memorial Park Cemetery on Poplar. It has huge old oaks and rolling hills of grass with flowers to mark the graves rather than stones. It is truly impressive. Price was taking it in (clueless to what it was) and from the backseat announced that "that looks like a great place to camp".