But that is exactly what I witnessed yesterday as my two younger boys were outside enjoying the unseasonable weather just swinging away and carrying on their conversation. From inside the house I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, but I would pick up on a few words and phrases here and there. I would hear things from light sabers and elephants to baseball and skateboarding. All the typical little boy talk that brothers share.
It was so enjoyable to sit back and observe how precious these two sons of mine were enjoying each other's company and how fun it is to be a kid without a care in the world. Why can't we all be more like that?
The boys noticed me standing in the doorway watching them. Carson yelled to me, "Mommy - guess what? I love Chinese people!"
Uh - okay, great!
Where in the world did that come from? I'm all for loving, accepting, and appreciating other cultures and nationalities, but to hear that come out of my 6 year olds' mouth at that particular moment made me a bit speechless.
And all of this occurred on St. Patrick's Day. Had he said Irish people I may have understood where that was coming from a little better, but Chinese? What?