A Crashed Modem and Confessions of a Philosophical Three-Year-Old

So I’m back after a day full of everything but the internet. I’m about ready to punch somebody out over all my internet problems. The problem with punching somebody out is that really the only person I can punch out is Nick, the internet tech here in the middle of nowhere, and it’s not like I could beat him to a pulp and then never see him again. After all, I live in a town that is probably like population 2000, and his little girl is in Kaydn Rye’s preschool so it’s not like I don’t see him outside of all my internet problems.



Since pinning someone to a wall is not an option, I will just continue to bottle up my anger until a totally unrelated matter goes wrong and then I’ll make sure to punch out all parties involved in said matter.

But anyway, on to something a little more productive. Since yesterday I had no internet, I was unable to fulfill my Tuesday obligation to Confessions of A Three-Year-Old. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have Confessions of A Three-Year-Old on a Wednesday. (It is Wednesday right?)



So lately some deep thoughts have been happening around here. Last week on the way to church somehow we all started talking about dying. Don’t ask me why we were talking about death but nevertheless Kaydn Rye was enlightening us with his philosophies.

He started out by telling us that he won’t die. So my husband, who always knows just what to say in a sticky situation, starts telling Kaydn Rye all about how everybody dies and yada yada yada. Kaydn Rye responds by telling hubby all about how he KNOWS everybody dies, it’s just that kids don’t die when they’re kids – they die when they’re old grandpas. So he says, “Me and uncle Jedd, we’re going to die when we’re grandpas when we get old.”

We left it at that and told him that yes, he probably will die when he’s an old grandpa.

And just the other day he started implementing Jesus into his Transformer play. When I tell him I don’t have time to play transformers he’ll say, “Well, do you think Jesus will play with me?” I usually tell him that Jesus does not try to beat other people’s transformers to a pulp with his transformers.

And just last night while we were in Wal-Mart getting our New Year’s pictures developed (yes, I'll post them tonight), he starts telling me all about how grandpa (my dad) was teasing him the last time he was over there. My dad thinks it’s great to annoy little children with his incessant taunting, but I told Kaydn Rye that the next time grandpa starts teasing him, he should tell him to shove it. And after I reminded him that that was only appropriate to say to grandpa and not anyone else, he says, while in his best Optimus Prime stance, “Yeah, he better not tease me anymore because I’ll kick his butt off.” He didn't get the concept quite right, but he gets an A for effort.

Oh, and I'll leave you today with one of our three favs from this year's annual New Years photo shoot. Do you think I'll get my New Years letter out to friends and family before February? I think I can. I think I can.






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