They did indeed return just in time for a
hearty meal. And not long after the last
bite Josiah remembered the promise. He
was ready to do some exploring outside over in 40 Steps. That’s his name for the vacant lot next door,
that wonderland of dirt and rocks and hidden treasures that is every little boy’s
dream play site. I joined him and Micah
for a stint of treasure hunting and creative frolicking. I was intrigued watching Micah at one point. He had a large piece of rock or something in
his hand, and he was scraping it along the dirt, forming what appeared to be a
large roughly diamond-shaped image on the ground. When the last lines finally met, he called me
over to see his masterpiece. As I arrived,
he took up a position at one corner of the diamond. Without saying a word, he mimicked grabbing
something with both hands, whipped them across his body and took off running
along the crooked lines. Of course. It was a miniature baseball diamond. I cheered him on as he rounded the bases and
scored a home run.
After a few more at-bats and a dozen or so
found shells and interesting rocks, we went back into the house to “check on Mommy.” It didn’t take Josiah long, though, before he
was bored with playing with inside toys and watching Jachin read his graphic
novel version of the Iliad. Fascinating stuff,
these graphic novels. Everyone thinks
they are such an exciting new invention, but I looked over Jachin’s shoulder a
time or two. That book was very similar
to the old Classics Illustrated series of comic books. I experienced more than a few of the old
masters that way myself. Keep on
reading, Jachin. Back to Josiah,
though. He approached me about joining
him back outside.
Josiah: “DadDad, would you like to come
back outside to 40 Steps with me?”
Yes, he really does talk like that. Impressive manners, huh?Me: “But there are too many mosquitoes out there. I don’t want to feed them any more of my legs.”
He stared at my legs as he pondered that image for a long few seconds. Suddenly his eyes lit up and a wide grin spread across his face. It was obvious he had found just the answer for my reticence.
Josiah: “We can feed them ant poo.”
Yes, he really did say that. I was impressed with his creativity, I must say. I can’t say as I have ever seen a mosquito sucking blood from an ant. I didn’t give in too easily, though.
Me: “If I knew they would eat ant poo, I would for sure go outside with you.”
The wheels started to turn again in his mind, and I was on the edge of my seat waiting to see how he would answer that one. But his Mom made the “time to go” declaration, so his energies had to refocus on figuring out how he would answer her. Guess I’ll have to do some investigating on the pest control possibilities of ant excrement. Hey, I could end up a millionaire.
Psalms 118:14 says, “The Lord is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation.”
Father, I never cease to be amazed at the
creative power of the unfettered childhood mind. Help me regain some of that. Amen.
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