“So what did you learn in Godly Play today?”
“Today we were carpenters. And we learned a story and did pumpkins.”
“Okay… what was the story about?”
“About Josephus. And his building. Josephus worshipped the building.”
“And we all took turns building the building.”
“I told you. That was the end of the story. Then we made pumpkins. They were not Jesus pumpkins. Mine has a kitty face.”
In grown up church, I (mom) nearly got in trouble but it was totally not entirely my fault. The Pastor referred to Jesus’ teaching method as “crafty.” Then I got a vision of Ninja Jesus in my head and everything else in the sermon became about Ninja Jesus and I was sitting next to Dalek Rex’ mother and I couldn’t even *look* at her until I got under control, but then I told her and we sat there muttering Ninja Jesus stories at each other. We should probably not be allowed out unsupervised, but since we are, bonus.
Cupcake’s first recital solo is today. Pictures and maybe video to come later. It’s a big day for us.
Note: “The sand people” came from Dalek Rex. When they tell stories about people in the desert they use a sand tray and DR, being the proper little Star Wars geek that she is, calls the people in the sand, “the sand people.” And now so does Cupcake.
“The sand people followed the smoke and fire to the mountain. One special guy went up and got the Ten Best Rules For Living.
When he was up there the people down below made a golden calf cow, 2 warships and danced a lot. But the one guy and God didn’t like it.”
M: So what was the story today?
C: It was about two shepherds. And some sheep.
M: Okay… what happened?
C: Um. You don’t need to know all the details.
M: Yes. Yes I do. What happened?
C:Fine. Well… there was this wolf. RAWR! And this normal shepherd ranned away. AHH! But the GOOD shepherd stayed and protected the sheep.
C: He was like, “BACK OFF, WOLF!” and he jumped between the wolf and the sheep. And I had a cookie.
This one’s from a year ago, but it’s worth preserving.
Sunday School According to Cupcake:
“So, what was the story today?”
“It was about the four faces of Easter! The first face is Jesus. He DIED.”
“Oh? Then what happened?”
“Well, he DIED. Die is the end. Dun-dun-DUN!!!!! Only then it wasn’t the end. The buried him in a cave. With a rock for a door. That’s a dumb door.”
“I can’t remember. But before that, Jesus was a baby. He touched a blind person’s eyes. And then all the people could see differently. He made people able to do things they couldn’t do, like see him touch the blind person’s eyes. ”
“Um…So…after Jesus died, people went to the tomb to see him, right?”
“Yes, to the CAVE. With the rock.”
“And was Jesus there?”
“Jesus was everywhere. He’s everywhere. He’s even in the bread and grown up drink he shares with God. Before all that he was born. Because you get born before you die. There’s lots of donkeys. ”
And that, ladies and gentleman, is Palm Sunday according to Cupcake.
No singing with your mouth full.
No, not even if Minnie started it.
No, not even if it’s for a really good reason.
Hoc-KEY, Hoc-KEY, Hoc-KEY!
She’s waited for this day for a year and a half, with focus unwavering. It’s hard to scold too firmly.
So I just realized Cupcake doesn’t know the word gay. I mean, she knows that some boys like girls and some boys like boys, etc. She knows gay people and she knows about the concept of being gay but it doesn’t seem to have occurred to her that there needs to be language about that.
She calls the couple who sit in front of us at church “the love guys” because they are guys and are clearly in love what with the hand holding and standing close and whatnot. (The fact that names are not really a thing she’s good at, is also part of it.) She doesn’t appear to be aware that there’s a need to distinguish that love from the love her father and I share. It’s all one and the same to her.
Imagine not needing to label love beyond it being love.
Some days I want to be five.
“Surf. A. BUNGA!”
“Do you mean cowabunga?”
“No, surfabunga. There’s no cows in the ocean. Cowabunga is dumb so I made it better.”
Cupcake starts hockey on Saturday, which is for the best, because it means fewer apologies required in ballet class.
There are knots in my measuring tape.
“Cupcake, someone tied knots in my measuring tape.”
“AHEM! I said, ‘someone tied knots in my measuring tape.'”
“Was that a bad thing?”
“Cupcake, WHY are there knots tied in my measuring tape?”
“Because I don’t count those numbers right.”
Upon consulting the measuring tape, I see that she has, in fact, tied the knot right over 12 and 13 which is a problem spot in her recitation.
“So… you’re what, mad at 12 and 13?”
“No, it’s not their fault. But Minnie and I don’t want to play with them, so now I can count without them.”
“I…I have no answer. Don’t tie knots in my measuring tape, please.”
>long suffering sigh< “Fine! We’ll be friends with everyone.”
“So my pretend friend Minnie came to Godly Play with me to hear about Jesus and Godly stuff. None of my other pretend friends came. We gotta have a talk about Jesus.
There was Jesus and his guys. Jesus was talking to the people and they all got hungry. Jesus got food from a boy. A bunch of bread and two fish and it wasn’t enough food except then Jesus blessed the food to the people and there was enough because, Jesus. BLAMMO!
Then Jesus made them clean up the rest of the bread because they were messy and because recycling and stuff. I don’t like fish.”