naptime mischief

After swim class (chaotic as usual--I had to duck out a few times because Dennis was being a little troublemaker and I wanted the teachers to be able to deal with him as they felt was necessary without worrying about me, and he got in the Time Out Chair but wasn't the only kid to do so, nor was he the first), Dennis was to stay with Gran while I went to a meeting, only my meeting was canceled. We lunched with them and then tried to get Dennis to nap. He wasn't in a napping mood. He kept yelling and talking and needing to go potty and once I went up to check on him and found him hobbling along beside the bed on the floor. He had gotten Billy Bob the doll's overalls off him and had put them on his own legs, only they are quite small overalls and only came up to Dennis' knees. There he was hopping along with his legs essentially tied together, yelling that he needed to use the potty. I helped him as much as he would let me (lots of "I WANT TO DO IT BY MYSELF" around here lately), and when he got into position on the potty, he grabbed the necessary organ, pointed it in the appropriate direction, and yelled "LET 'ER RIP!!!" and did just that. He did finally get to sleep, thank goodness. The allergy medicine we're treating him with is making him wired, hyper, impossible... But at least he's able to breathe.

Tonight's bedtime took a long time as well, with him begging me to sleep in the bed with him: "here Mommy, try my pillow, it's snug and cozy, you'll like it" as he gently pushed my head down onto it. As I was turning off the lights and checking the doors much later, I heard "Hey, Mommy, come in here! Please!". So I did. He had apparently been thinking about Jesus and the cross again and I spent a half hour listening to him tell me how angry he was at the soldiers who put Him way up on the cross. He told me "Pilate said to please let him go and the people said 'no, we can't' and then the soldiers put him up there and hurt his arms and his legs and his head". I told him that was right. Then he asked "was Jesus bad? Is that why they put Him on the cross? Will they come get me and put me on a cross?". Wow. I explained to him that the difference between us and Jesus was that Jesus never did bad things, and sometimes we do bad things. And then I told Dennis that he wouldn't have to go on a cross because Jesus did that for us. He said "I would go on the cross to help Jesus, to be with Him there". Wow again. This was heavy stuff for 11 pm from a 3 year old. We need to go to seminary along with Uncle Michael to be able to answer his questions as he grows up!