Kids say the darnedest things, right? None of which are ever learned from their parents, correct?
My favorite show on TV right now is Modern Family, and last week the beautiful little Lily (which reminds me of my tiny Nola Bird) started cursing and dropping the ugly F (bleeping) bomb, because it made her dad, Cam, laugh uncontrollably. I must admit, I too, just like Cam, think swearing children (and crabby old men) are funny. Assuming it’s not my baby polluting the verbal air…
Recently, Nola has started hating almost everything that doesn’t suite her fancy.
“I HATE rest time.”
“I HATE dinner.”
“I HATE pants.”
“I HATE gifts, birthdays, sleepovers, new dresses, barbies, sunny days and candy.”
See where I’m going here?
Anyway, since HATE is a bad word in this house, to break Nola of the habit, I’ve decided we’re going to drop our HATE in a jar. If you say the word, you loose a coin. Pick a coin, any coin…
My girls don’t have much money. They collect coins by finding them laying around the house, on the sidewalk, or the rare extra chore I’ll pay them for around the house. They use their found bounty to primarily pay for packs of gum found in the grocery store check out line. Which, if you curious, cost around $2.49 these days…
So if you say the word HATE, you put a coin in the jar. Both Piper and Nola have asked me what we’re going to do with the coins collected. My initial thought was that we would drop it them in the collection plate at church, but on second thought, I’m not sure that’s such a dandy idea. In my opinion, giving to the church, to God, should be a joyful and selfless experience. I’m not sure that’s what the HATE jar is exactly advocating.
So, if you have any suggestions for the HATE that’s accumulating in our home, I’m all ears. Got a charity that needs a bit of HATE? I collected 13 cents just today!