Beza can be quite stubborn when she gets an idea in her head.

Last week at bedtime she glumly looked around the room and said, “Nothing is mine. Everything Natalie’s.” We’ve had this discussion about the bed and I tried to reassure her that the bed is just as much hers, that Natalie had a different bed until right before she came home and so it belongs to her and Natalie. She would have none of it then either.

Natalie, who is so sweet and caring, was quick to reassure her that she considered everything to belong to both of them but Beza just kept repeating “Nothing is mine.” I pointed out her dresser full of clothes. She pointed out Natalie’s little desk and play kitchen. I tried to explain that over the years yes, Natalie has collected quite a few toys, but she also has gotten special things.

I quickly realized the conversation wasn’t going much of anywhere at that hour and so we just moved on.

Sometimes that stubborn mind can be pretty funny too.

A few days ago while we were driving through the neighborhood she saw a couple teenage boys on bikes.

“Mom, I saw that boys panties!”

“Uh huh.”

“Mom, they were princess panties!”

“Beza, he wasn’t wearing princess panties. That was his underwear.”

“No mom, they were sparkly princess panties!”

We went back and forth about 4 times. She refused to concede and so he will forever be known as the boy in the glittery undies.

Since Beza’s big decision last week there has been a lot more talk about heaven and eternity.

Today on the way to football practice the conversation in the car turned to heaven and who the kids would most like to see. Beza said her Ethiopian mommy and daddy. Natalie said Grandma Tuttle.

Then Noah suggested that Beza might not recognize her Ethiopian mommy and daddy because maybe they would be white in heaven.

Before I jumped in with some theological answer Wendemagegn piped up “Yeah, I think you gonna be black in heaven Noah!”

I was trying so hard to keep a straight face.

From there the conversation turned to the ridiculous with “Maybe you’ll be pink. Maybe you’ll be a lizard. Maybe you’ll be invisible.”

Most people will probably be surprised to hear that Wendemagegn decided to go out for Flag Football instead of soccer. I’m not sure what we were thinking – could he have picked a more complicated sport to learn? Line of scrimmage, down and out, down and in, 1st down….whole new set of vocabulary words.

But he is having a great time and we love that he is playing on Pastor Greg’s team…even if they have to be called the Raiders 🙂 They had their first game today and even though they lost the boys did a really great job. Wendemagegn is pretty fast so they’ve got a play where they hand off the ball to him. He loves to dodge and run around the defense…some of that fancy soccer foot work showing up. We just got to get him to run straight!

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