Last week Adi realized the situation was not usual, so I decided to try to explain a bit of what was going on.
Me: There are some bad people who want to hurt people. So they're trying to throw bombs at Tel Aviv and Jerusalem and lots of cities. But there are soldiers working on stopping them by bombing their bombs so they can't hurt anyone.
Adi (wide-eyed): That must make a HUGE explosion.
Me: Yes. Yes, it does.
That was her entire reaction until the next day, when she suggested that we invite everyone we know who lives south of us (I'll spare you all the list...) to come stay at our house.
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A random conversation over lunch:
N's Friend: N, how many teeth does baby S have?
N: Ummm.... four?
Me: She has four on top and three below. Do you know how many that is?
N: *starts counting on fingers*
N's Friend: Seven!
Me: That's right, seven.
N's Friend: And I didn't count. Not even in my head.
Me: How did you figure out the answer without counting?
N's Friend: God told me.
N's Friend: God tells everybody everything, but sometimes we forget.
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Sunday night I offered to make hot chocolate for dessert.
This offer was met with considerable enthusiasm.
The girls were very interested in how hot chocolate is made
and even managed to help a bit with the preparation.
In the end, it wasn't the tastiest thing ever to be deceptively called "hot chocolate," but the kids didn't care. They had a beverage referred to as hot chocolate, just like Dora in that story of hers (it's only like their sixth favorite Dora story, so I've only read it about 400 times).
Sometimes the eating experience is half the fun.
Me: There are some bad people who want to hurt people. So they're trying to throw bombs at Tel Aviv and Jerusalem and lots of cities. But there are soldiers working on stopping them by bombing their bombs so they can't hurt anyone.
Adi (wide-eyed): That must make a HUGE explosion.
Me: Yes. Yes, it does.
That was her entire reaction until the next day, when she suggested that we invite everyone we know who lives south of us (I'll spare you all the list...) to come stay at our house.
******
A random conversation over lunch:
N's Friend: N, how many teeth does baby S have?
N: Ummm.... four?
Me: She has four on top and three below. Do you know how many that is?
N: *starts counting on fingers*
N's Friend: Seven!
Me: That's right, seven.
N's Friend: And I didn't count. Not even in my head.
Me: How did you figure out the answer without counting?
N's Friend: God told me.
N's Friend: God tells everybody everything, but sometimes we forget.
******
Sunday night I offered to make hot chocolate for dessert.
This offer was met with considerable enthusiasm.
The girls were very interested in how hot chocolate is made
and even managed to help a bit with the preparation.
In the end, it wasn't the tastiest thing ever to be deceptively called "hot chocolate," but the kids didn't care. They had a beverage referred to as hot chocolate, just like Dora in that story of hers (it's only like their sixth favorite Dora story, so I've only read it about 400 times).
Sometimes the eating experience is half the fun.
How to make hot chocolate:
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Add cocoa powder and sugar.
Stir.
(Optionally, you can add other spices and stuff, but that's all fancy extras beyond the sugar.)
I just heat up milk and melt a chocolate bar in it..... so tasty!!
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