SO there i am in cerritos, hanging out at macaroni grill (where of course, there is paper on the table and crayons, certainly the best feature of the restaurant, tho the food is palatable), with casey (just turned 8) on my lap. He's cold, and granmas always have a sweater to share.
After a discussion on the nature of time and eternity (where we drew a green crayon time line to try to illustrate...) Casey asks, "Why don't people just open up all the stores so people can get what they need? Wouldn't that solve people's problems?"
We talk a little about how that might work, and about how God's family began by people loving God and sharing everything they had with each other...but that as time went on, people came in who weren't really willing to share but who were greedy...at this point, Casey begins to thoughtfully write in green crayon: "People sharing and obeying God..." then he says, "and God will provide, right?"
Grama is a bit speechless at that point. "Yes. You're right."
Together, we read what he's written: "People sharing and obeying God and God will provide."
Do you hear the angel voices? Feel the warmth of the light? I'm not sure there is anything else to say about any economy, anywhere. Put that 8-year-old's concept into practice and there need be no further discussion of economic theory. Out of the mouths and minds of babes.
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Casey never ceases to amaze me. Last week he got in trouble for getting into a "paint fight" with his best friend at the school's daycare, as boys will do. When he arrived at my classroom he was covered in paint from head to toe. I asked him what in the world had happened and he matter of factly replied "I got into a paint fight." I asked him if he was supposed to be doing that..."no." I asked him if he got into trouble..."yep." I handed him a piece of paper and I told him that he knew what to do. Now remember, the ladies who run the daycare are the sweetest little old ladies that are well into their 8th decade but able to get any kid to pay attention with a simple glare. Casey diligently wrote the following letter:
Dear Ms. Nancy and Ms. Rosie,
I am sorry for getting into a paint fight. Thank you for disciplining me. I needed to learn that lesson.
Love, Casey
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