where did he learn that?

My cute and hilarious alarm clock woke me up at 6:45 a.m. on Sunday.  I immediately told him he had to stay quiet until the first number on my clock was a 7.  That boy must have stared at the clock for 15 minutes because right at 7:00 a.m. he gleefully and loudly announced, "IT'S SEVEN!  MOM!  MOM-MOM!  LOOK!  IT'S SEVEN!!"  And then because Sunday is holy day (right?  I think?) I prayed for a miracle and because I am clearly the best Christian in the world, my miracle was granted.  Henry's Gpa got up and we heard him walking around so Henry bolted out of my bed to go harass his Gpa.  I instantly fell back asleep only to have my sweet alarm clock wake me again at 8:30 to remind me that we had to go to church.  Right.  Church.  Okay. 

A few weeks ago the Pastor asked if Henry would be available to light the first Advent candle during church on the first Advent Sunday.  She was assigning one adult and one child for each week and she wanted Henry to light the candle with his pediatrician, who also goes to our church.  I asked Henry if he wanted to do it and he immediately said yes and asked if he could do it right now.  No.  We don't go to church very often anymore.  It seems like Henry was sick for months and when he's healthy sometimes we like to just hang out at home and play or go visit friends or whatever.  Even though I am clearly the best Christian in the world, I am not the best teacher of religion to my son. 

I teach him other things.

Sunday morning while I was sleeping, Henry bugged his Gpa until it was time for Gpa to exercise on the treadmill.  Henry then set his sights on his Gma who was still in bed.  Smart boy because had he come back to my bed, I would have made him be quiet until the first number on the clock was 10 and we would have missed church.  His Gma loves these early morning visits because Henry is almost always in a good mood and he is usually funny and quite chatty.  They talked about Henry's job of lighting the candle and he had lots of questions about Advent.  It's a good thing he asked her because I would have told him it's the time of year when you get to punch out little cardboard doors to get a chocolate every day.  That would have led to more questions because I don't actually buy Advent calendars.

Does Advent need to be capitalized?

During their morning talk, Henry asked my mom whose uterus Jesus was in (my grammar is just fucking awful)?  Then of course he asked if Jesus died.  I'm thankful that he asked her these questions because lately I've been asking his questions without much forethought which has led to many more questions and having to put back together his innocent view of the world.  I did ask her if she glossed over the whole died on the cross thing.  She assured me she did.  

Henry and his pediatrician did a fabulous job lighting the first Advent candle.  Henry was happy that he got to play with fire but he was super excited that the candle was purple.  I'm glad he didn't ask his pediatrician about Jesus' mom's uterus although his pediatrician would fully expect that question from him.