One recent morning as I drove the boys to their school and day care the following conversation took place.
Hudson started commute singing “Jesus Loves Me” at the top of his lungs. After the song ends he says…
Hudson: Daddy, when can I go with you to your work?
Daddy: You want to go to work with me?
H: Yeah, I’ve never been to your work.
D: We can arrange for you to go with me to work someday.
H: I’ll have to think about what snack to take.
D: Yes, that’s important.
H: Maybe we can take red pepper
D: I like red pepper, too.
H: Yeah, I like it too. A lot. I don’t know how God is changing me to like red pepper.
D: God changes us a lot of ways. He changes our hearts and sometimes he changes our taste buds.
H: He’s changing me to like red pepper, but I don’t know how he’s doing it.
D: That’s a mystery.
H: That IS a mystery.
Maddox starts singing Jesus loves me. The words are almost entirely syllabic grunts, but the melody is there.
H: Hey daddy, Maddox is singing.
D: He sure is.
Hudson joins in singing and they are howling, at the top of their lungs, a duet of “Jesus Love Me” until we turn into the school parking lot.
H: On no. We’re late today.
D: Yeah, we’re a few minutes late.
H: It’s probably because I was racing my cars instead of getting ready.
D: That’s one of the reasons.
As Hudson is getting out of the car…
H: Maddox is going to cry when I leave. He’s really going to miss me.
D: He will miss you, but then he’ll be happy to see you again this afternoon.
H: Yeah, he will.
D: Have a good day at school, buddy.
H: Bye daddy. Tell Maddox it’s okay and I’ll see him later.