Reverence time and profound discovery.

This morning I was having reverence time with my kids. Reverence time... we sit on the couch, no TV, no books, no toys, and practice being quiet and reverent. I don't ever want to catch myself scolding Henry in church for not being reverent if I haven't made an effort to teach him what being reverent actually is... so we practice. It's worked with my older kids. They manage to do reasonably well through an hour and ten minutes of sacrament service every Sunday and I know, without a doubt that they know what I expect when we are at church, because I've demonstrated what I expect when we aren't there. But Henry isn't there yet... so we're practicing.

At this particular session of reverence time we were listening to Jordan read out of the Book of Mormon. He has read as far as the Book of Mosiah and is determined to finish the entire Book of Mormon before he is baptized when he turns eight this May... he is so determined that I've actually found him, at random times throughout the past few weeks reading his scriptures totally on his own accord... in the afternoon... when he's normally playing with Legos, or playing basketball outside. I know. I'm afraid to really say anything for fear the spell will be broken...

At any rate Jordan was home for reverence time this morning because we had seven snowflakes fall outside and school was cancelled. All of you who live in states frequently blanketed by snow, feel free to take a moment and laugh at the pansyness that is the south when snow falls.

Moving on... so Jordan was home and we had him read while we all sat and listened. Then, because Jordan and Lucy have been having a particularly difficult time getting along as of late, we sang a few songs about eternal families and loving each other and getting along and all that other stuff... I guess the talk of families got Sam to thinking because as soon as our last song was over, he asked,

"Mommy, why does there have to be a Daddy for a Mommy to have a baby?"

I guess the spiritual focus of our reverence time had me in the right mindset, because I immediately responded, "Because that is how God's plan works."

"Oh," Sam responded. He was quiet for a few moments, and I thought perhaps I had escaped any further uncomfortable inquiries. Then Sam said,

"Wait, I've got it figured out!! There has to be a Daddy so he can earn money, so that he can PAY for the baby!"

Well okay then. If you're good with that answer, so am I.