Opposite Confusion

The girls are home sick today. Well, they were yesterday too, but we're usually home on Mondays so it didn't seem like such an interruption in our schedule. I had Amaya lay down, along with Tennyson. I just bought a new vaporizer for her room, and it was spewing water out the top, and making an awful, rhythmic, gurgling sound.

I asked Amaya if the sound would bother her. She said, "No, I'm a dark sleeper."

"What did you say?" I asked.

"I'm a dark sleeper. Tennyson's the light sleeper. The sound won't bother me."

"Oh... you mean a heavy sleeper," I responded.

She has heard us say over and over how 'light' of a sleeper Tennyson is. She automatically assumed that if Tennyson was a light sleeper, she was a dark sleeper. Nope... it's the other opposite of light... heavy.

It's in moments like these that I remember she isn't quite so grown-up yet. She seems to be on most occasions: she's reading now, doing double-digit addition, memorizing chapters of the Bible, and can carry on a very appropriate conversation with just about anyone, no matter their age.

I like that God still provides us moms with so many moments to teach! I suppose that these moments don't become less frequent as our children get older, but rather just change in their content.