The little one next door that is my “dopted” grandson came tearing over this morning in an absolute RAGE….and I can not blame him in the least for it.
Sam: “Gramma Suze! I wanna beat up someone! I really really do! Jesus would be so sad at me, buts I gotta beat someone up NOW!”
Me: (thinking oh lordie, how do I respond now) “um, Sam? Who made you angry honey?”
Sam: “The stupid govenet! They are being so mean to kids! They put them in CAGES! MY DOGS don’ts have ta get in cages!”
Me: “oh Sam, I know sweetie. It’s horrible but I don’t know what we can do except…”
Sam: “I think we gots to smack em Gramma Suze! Smack em till they stop it!”
Me: “Sam, we can’t just go smack people. It’s against the law and besides it is just mean”
Sam: “But Gramma Suze (tears welling up) CAGES!”
Me: (hugging Sam) “I know sweetie…I know”
Sam: “how come the govenet is so mean? Did Merica die, Gramma Suze? and no one told us?”
I couldn’t even speak at that point. I just held this precious six year old until he stopped crying, and prayed for the right words to say.
I kissed Sam, gave him another hug for good measure and said “I love you Sam. Try asking Jesus to make it better.”
Sam: “okay..but after I pray, I am gonna find Granpa George’s baseball bat and smack the govenet”.
Sam left soon after that and I am sitting here wondering…Did Merica die and no one told us?