Our conversations in the car yesterday on the way to Bronson's Baby Blessing:
Chase: "Mom, when I die and I'm crucified..."
Mom: "What? Do you mean resurrected?"
Chase: "Oh yeah, resurrected. When I die and I'm resurrected, I'll be a baby..."
Mom: "No Chase, you won't be a baby, you'll be a man like Dad."
Michela: "Yeah, you'll be an old grandpa like Dad. He, He, He..."
Mom: "You'll be the same age as when you die."
Hunter: "So if I die right now, I'll be seven forever? Cool!"
A few minutes later:
Hunter: "I'm very sympathetic."
Michela: "No you're not!"
Mom: "Hunter, do you know what sympathetic means?"
Hunter: "Uhh..."
Michela: "It means you feel sorry for someone. Geez!" (She totally sounds like Napoleon when she does this. )
Mom: "Yes, it means you feel bad for someone when they get hurt or are sad and you feel like you want to help them."
Children thinking.
Mom: "Do you know what empathy means?"
Michela: "Is that the opposite of sympathy?"
Mom: "Nope. It means you know how someone feels because you've gone through the same thing. Like if you broke your leg a little while ago and then your friend broke their leg you would feel bad for them and you would understand what they were going through."
Hunter: "Like me and Adam (his best friend) both know what it feels like to be kicked in the back?"
Mom: "Exactly" (Giggling)