Family Funnies

Daddy has had Jury duty all week.

Of course Jeff can't talk about the trial, but that hasn't stopped little Judah from peppering me with tons of questions about where daddy's been all week.

His 5 year old understanding about our legal system was a bit sketchy, and all he knew was that police arrest the bad guys (and gals), and that somehow they go to this place called a court where somehow a judge is involved and that people can end up going to jail.

After fielding an unusual number of questions about trials and courts and judges and jails, I finally said to him, "If the jury determines that the person on trial did break the law, then the Judge will eventually say, "Guilty" and the person who broke the law will go to jail."

"How long do they have to be in jail?"

"Well, that depends on what the person did. For a speeding tickets, you usually just have to pay a fine at the courthouse and attend defensive driving school. But if you get caught drunk driving, you can go to jail for a long time and get your license taken away. If you do something really bad like kill another person, you can go to prison for years. Sometimes people even have to go to prison for the rest of their lives for what they've done. That's why it's so important to obey the law."

I looked in the rear-view mirror and Judah looked crestfallen. "But I don't want daddy to go to jail!"

"Daddy's not going to go to jail...he's a juror."

Poor kid...no wonder he had so many questions!

I suppose now would be a good time to dig out a movie with a legal trial in it to show him exactly what being a juror is all about, to allay his fears as to why his daddy was at that big place called the courthouse.

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You know your child was born in the 21st Century when they are snuggled beside you on the sofa while listening to their favorite storybook being read then suddenly jump up to go to the restroom and say, "Can you please pause the book until I get back?"

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Judah has begun a new phase of life...learning his letters and numbers.

He's also a budding artist.

If I do say so myself, he's getting quite good at both writing and drawing.

Unfortunately, I've been finding evidence of it all over the house.

And I do mean all over the house.





And occasionally, when he sneaks into mom's scrapbooking supplies, on himself.



Because that wasn't enough of a canvas for his work, he also opted to spread out onto one of daddy's Bible commentaries. He's very proud of his penmanship, even if his J's tend to end up upside down most of the time.



**note to self: hide all spray paint and sharpie markers, stat!**

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Last Sunday morning, on the way out to the car for church, I overheard Jeff commending Judah for being fully prepared for the service, having remembered his Bible and everything.

Not seeing a Bible in Judah's hands, I wondered what Jeff meant, until I heard Judah mention, "It fits in my pocket."

Judah long ago lost his little orange Gideon's Bible.

Upon further investigation, I discovered a darling little black pocket-sized Bible with shiny gold edges on the pages...which I recognized from the Youth Group room at church.

Yes. The church Youth Leader's son stole a Bible!

Aghast, I mentioned this to him, and he quickly replied (albeit a bit shamefacedly), "No...I borrowed it."

**shakes head in shame**

Perhaps a little refresher course on the 10 Commandments is in order?

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Judah has had a playmate over this week.

They have gotten along famously this boy's boy and a girly girl.

Instead of playing house, they play "Campeen". Using Judah's very own little shovel and rake, they take along a couple of stuffed animal dogs and their coats, and they set up various camps around the back yard.

It's kept them happy for hours out in the fresh air and sunshine.

It wasn't until they cracked open Judah's costume tub that we ran into a little snafu.

Having dual sets of both cowboy and knight costume sets left over from the days when big brother was a little guy and we watched Cousin K on a regular basis, the kids were happy to pretend for at least an hour.

But our darling little guest drew the line when they switched from "Cowboy" to "Knights", and in her charming little girly girl voice said, "Dis knight helmet messes up my haiow!"



This morning, they've been playing with bathtub toys in the bathroom sink and it's gotten awfully quiet all of a sudden.

I'd better go check on them as I don't need any repeats of the toilet water incident.