Last night, the girls and I were looking at the picture on the front of their new Bible story book. "That's Moses!" Claire exclaimed, pointing at the baby in the basket. I agreed with her, and then we had to figure out who the two females in the picture were. Somehow we got onto the topic of the Egyptian princess's servants, and Lilah asked, "What is a servant?"
"Someone who serves," I said. "They cook your meals, and help you get dressed, and do things around your house -- they take care of you."
The light of understanding came into Claire's eyes. "Like you!" she said.
Tonight, after doing a puzzle at the kitchen table while I worked alongside them on my German homework, the girls are running around in their new fancy Afghani dresses from Daddy. Claire is the baby cat, Lilah is Cinderella. Cole traipses along behind. He came into the kitchen as I was putting some beans and rice on to boil; he went to the stool and started to push it over to the stove. "Stool, stool?" he asked.
"No, actually it's not a good time for you to bring the stool over," I said. "The stove will be hot, and I won't be over here. Okay?"
"Okay," he said cheerfully, and snuggled in for a hug when I bent down to commend him for his sweet response.
It's quite dark outside now; the children are making the rounds of the house. I'm about ready to call them into the kitchen for dinner (Heather is out this evening). In closing, a couple of visual aids to help you picture the Afghani princesses and their little brother:
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