Thank God For Near Disasters

Because I live in a house with 3 boys, I consider it a blessing straight from the Lord when we have a near disaster. There are plenty of disasters, believe you me. So near disasters are a welcome relief! A few days ago, Mason took a box that held Max's new high chair and turned it into a little house. Blake helped him cut a door in the front and he's been playing in it ever since. Yesterday, I saw him walk through the house with a big water pitcher. When I asked him what he was doing, he had the most suspicious look on his face. Upon further investigation, I discovered that he was en route to the bathroom to fill up the pitcher with water. He planned to use that water to fill up the cardboard box and make a dunk tank! Yes - Thank you Lord for that NEAR disaster.

Last night we attended the State Convention at our church. Afterward there was an ice cream social, and we were sitting with a couple from Melvern. Mason (naturally) struck up conversation with them, and the husband asked Mason how old he was. It went like this:
Man: How old are you?
Mason: I'm four. How old are you?
Man: (chuckling)
Wife: He's 58.
Mason: MAN...THAT'S OOOOLLLLDDDD!
Blake: Jennifer - why are you hiding under the table? (OK - that part didn't really happen, but as I replay the scene in my mind - that's what happens).
Fortunately, the couple has lots of grandkids that live far away and they miss them terribly. They proceeded to tell embarrasing stories about things their grandkids have said, and we all felt better. I told my friend, Kris, the above story on the way out and she shared this exchange between her nephew, Jacob, and a woman at a wedding:
Jacob: I know you're older than my aunt.
Woman: Really...how?
Jacob: By all those wrinkles on your neck.
Now that's a disaster...nothing "near" about it!