Set it on Fire
Today during the children’s service at church, the minister was asking the kids if they’d ever made messes. My three threw up their hands and acknowledged that this had happened a time or two in their world.
The minister then asked the kids how they went about cleaning their messes. He got the usual responses. “Soap and water.” “Picking up my toys and putting them away.” “Wiping up a spill with a towel.”
Then he asked “What do you do when you have a mess that you just can’t clean up?”
“You could set it on fire,” Drew responded, clearly shoving himself to the top of the minister’s list for kids in dire need of counseling.
When he sat back down, I asked Drew to explain his response so I could judge whether I needed to hide all the matches and fireproof the house.
“Well,” he said in a most authoritative tone. “Clearly you’re not going to be concerned about the purple Kool-aid I spilled on the white living room carpet if the house is on fire.”
