Life with Jasper and Brody is so fun these days, and one of the things that I really enjoy is just talking with Jasper. Most of the time, we just chat away and talk about anything and everything; we have such fun doing it and I often pray for ways to weave godly principles into our everyday chatter.
Sometimes, however, chatting with Jasper can be a bit mind-boggling in the sense that he's smart. Really smart. and he's not satisfied with answers like "just because" or "oh, you know." and he actually thinks things through and asks follow up questions.
For example, the other day, Jasper, Brody, and I were driving back from a picnic at Yutzy's and I had a car full of amazing Yutzy's food. I was munchin' on a Yutzy's apple, finished it, and my country-girl-habits kicked in (since we were, indeed, in the middle of the country) and I rolled down my window a crack and threw the apple core into the ditch.
The following conversation thus ensued:
J- "What was dat?"
me- "what was what?"
J- "what was it dat you thwew?"
me- "Oh. I threw my apple core."
J- "I's not see it. I's not see da apple core."
me- "Oh well, that's ok. I threw it fast."
J- "Why's did you?"
me- "Well, I just threw it and it went outside really fast."
J- "I's see it pwease?"
me- "Well, buddy, you can't see it b/c it's behind us now."
J- "ittsa in da twunk?"
me- "no, bud, it's not in the trunk."
J- "where's is it?"
me- "It's in the ditch back there."
J- "I see da ditch pwease?"
me- "Buddy, the ditch is kinda far behind us now. You can't really see it anymore."
J- "like allllllllllllll da way to gwamma and bepa's house? Like dat far?"
me- laugh "no, not all the way to Grandma and Grandpa's house. Just a little far away."
J- "like a tiiiiiiiiiiiiiny bit away?"
me- "Um, yes. Just like a tiny bit away."
J- "Why's you throw da apple core?"
me- "Well, sometimes it's ok to throw out apple cores if you're not in the city. Sometimes it's ok if you're far out in the country by all the fields and things."
J- "I's throw out my's crackers wight now pwease?"
me- "no, buddy, don't throw out your crackers."
J- "why's not?"
me- "well, b/c you're still eating them."
J- "who's gonna eat your's apple core?"
me- "well, sometimes maybe animals will eat my apple core and other food they find in the ditch."
J- "animals wike doggies?"
me- "Yep! you got it! animals like doggies will come eat my apple core."
I thought the conversation was over. I was lost in thought and basking in the glorious countryside and sunshine. Totally lost in thought.
then, from the backseat, I hear...
J-"Where's are dey?"
me- "Where is who?"
J- "Where's da doggies dat wanna eat your's apple core? I's not see em."
me- "Oh. Um.. they're kinda far away right now."
J- "but where's are dey? Allllllll da way by gwamma and bepa's house?"
me- "um, boy. Well, they're probably with their family right now."
J- "Wid deir mommy and daddy's?"
me- "Yep! they're probably with their mommy and daddy."
J- "What is deir mommy name?"
me- "Um, doggy's mommy's don't really have names."
quiet for a moment.
J- "Der daddy's name is and-woo?"
me- laugh "no, buddy, their daddy's name isn't andrew. Doggies don't really have names. They're just doggies."
silence for a moment. Then...
J- "Nana papa's doggie is name is Marwey."
me- blink. blink. blink. hmm... he's totally right...
I glance in the rearview mirror and J is looking back at me, his head cocked to one side, waiting for my explanation.
me- blink. "Um, you're right, buddy. Nana and Papa's dog's name is Marley."
J- still looking at me, waiting for an explanation.
J- "Marwey has a name."
me- "You're right, buddy. well, I guess sometimes doggies do have names. If, like, they have people who love them very much, then sometimes those people give them names." (thinking to myself, "does this even make sense?!")
J- "I wuv Marwey very's much."
me- "I know you do buddy."
J- "And papa's a farmer!!"
me- "Yes he is buddy! You're right!"
J- "When I's grow biiiiig and stwong wike Daddy, I's gonna be a farmer too!"
me- "that sounds great buddy!!"
J- "but I's not hab a combine! Where's my combine?!"
me- laugh "no, buddy, you don't have a combine."
J- "but where's is it?!"
me- "well, when you get big and strong like daddy and have a lot of money, then you go to a store and buy a combine."
J- "I's go to Meijer to buys my's combine?"
me- "Um.. not really Meijer. A different store."
J- "What store?"
me- "Um... a special combine store."
J- "Where's is it da special combine store."
me- "oh, you know."
J- "but I's not see it."
me- "um, it's out by the farmers."
J- "wike, da special combine store all da way by papa?'
me- "Yep! It sure is!"
J- "And when I's biiiiig and strwong wike daddy and I's hab lotsa money I's go to da special combine store and buys a combine and I dwibe it in da garden?"
me- laugh "yep, buddy! You can buy a combine and drive it in the garden. That's a good idea."
J- "But where's my's siwos?"
me- blink. "Well, buddy, we don't have any silos. But papa has lots of silos. Maybe you can use his silo."
J- "Dat's a good idea! Where's is it?"
me- "It's kinda far away. It's by Papa's house."
J- "But where's my's corn bield?!"
me- "where's your corn field?"
j- "Yes! where's is it? I's not see it!"
me- "Um.. when you're big and strong like daddy and have lots of money, you can buy a corn field."
j- "buy's it from Meijer?"
and on and on it went till we (thankfully) got home. :o)
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