The older my kids get, the more they become my muse. Their creativity knows no boundaries. They aren’t afraid to try something new, and the way they interact with the world around them is a breath of fresh air. Each playground holds friends waiting to be found and adventure to be lived.
The week before Easter, we took the kids to see a magic show their Papa was doing at a local church. They were so geeked their legs were bouncing around and they couldn’t sit still waiting for it to start.
One of the magic trick illustrations that Papa did during the program was about Jesus’s death and resurrection. Near the end of the trick, he takes a silk scarf with an image of Jesus on it, wraps it in a white scarf and places it in a “tomb” (a silver box). Minutes later, he opens the box and the scarf with Jesus on it is gone, and the only item left in the box is the white scarf. He then teaches the kids about Jesus’ resurrection.
On the way home from church Saturday night, I heard 3-year old T-Rex begin to replicate that magic trick in his car seat. He had a rock that he had picked up from the yard and a wet wipe he had been using to clean the Taco Bell off his face (ew!). The Narrator and I sat in the front seat trying not to laugh out loud as we heard this:
T-Rex “And they took Jesus and wrapped him in the closet”
Little Miss: “It’s CLOTH, not closet”
T: Continues wrapping rock in wet wipe. “Clothes? HUH??” Unfazed, he continues with his show, “They wrapped him in the clothes and put him in the tune.” He sticks the wrapped rock in his cupholder.
L.M. “It’s TOMB”
T: “They put him in the tune, and when they came back…” He opens the wet wipe, “Jesus was still there, he wasn’t alive. Huh. Let’s try that again.” He was obviously confused as to why the rock had not disappeared like the Jesus scarf did in Papa’s trick. And so he began again.
T: “They wrapped Jesus in the clothes, and then they put him in the pocket tune.” He stuffed the wet-wipe-wrapped-rock into the cargo pocket of his pants. “And when they came back…” pulls the still-wrapped rock out of his pocket, “oh, no! He was still there!”
This scene repeated ALL the way home, from the cup holder “tune”, to the pocket “tune,” to the shoe “tune” and every time, he was so puzzled as to why the rock did not disappear. OH.MY.WORD. It was all we could do to contain ourselves in the front seat. I had tears rolling down my cheeks. He might need a few magic lessons from his Grandpas.
*For pictures from Papa’s show and the trick T-Rex was copying, visit here.