He gets it

Yesterday, Annie was at the kitchen table singing "Hark the Herald Angels Sing." She got to the part that says "Christ is born in Bethlehem," -- go ahead, sing it to yourself so you can hear it -- and Robbie, who was on the floor painting a snake habitat (don't ask), suddenly became indignant.

"Annie! Don't say that!"

"What did I say?," asked Annie, perplexed by what could be wrong with the words of a Christmas carol.

"Bethlehem is NOT boring," Robbie schooled her. "Bethlehem is AWESOME!"

Giggling a little at what her brother misheard, Annie asked, "Why is Bethlehem awesome?"

"Because of JESUS!," Robbie hollered back in a "duh, don't you know anything" sort of voice.

He may need his ears cleaned out, but the boy gets it. Word to the Savior.

Gullible

This morning I was taking Annie and two friends to a volleyball tournament. I don't know if it's because it was Sunday or what, but I was in the mood for some "Hallelujah! Praise Jesus!" music. So I popped in a contemporary Christian CD. Well, let me tell you, Annie was horrified.

"Mom! Please, no. Can we just turn on the radio?"

"It's Sunday," I replied. "You can't just turn off Jesus, especially on Sunday."

"Maaaahhm!" she said as she reached over and hit the power button.

Before I could turn it back or on say anything in reply, one of her friends piped up from the back.

"Yeah, Annie. I was jammin' to that song!"

See? I felt vindicated and a little bit proud that my personal testimony was considered "jammin'" to a 'tween. So I turned the CD back on and started to tell Annie that she shouldn't be embarrassed, even her friends thought my Hallelujah music was cool.

That's when I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the two girls sitting in the back seat listening to their iPods.

When will I learn that by definition Moms are not cool?