Friday, December 10, 2010

More Esther stories

When Grandma was visiting us, we went out to eat.  Our server introduced himself as Thomas.  Esther's jaw dropped, and in a stunned tone of voice she said something about a train.  Apparently, this was the first time she had met a Thomas other than Thomas the Tank Engine.

At our church's fall dinner, Esther begged to sit next to the director of children's ministries, whom she loves.  At some point during the meal, while this woman was conversing with someone else at the table, Esther decided to be a helper and offer her something else to eat.  I heard her saying, "Hey, woman.  Woman!  WOMAN!!  Do you want this?"  (I told this to a parent of a similar-age child whose son as been known to say things like that and she said, "At least she got the gender right!")

Esther has become quite a backseat driver, taking it upon herself to make sure nobody overlooks a stop sign, or fails to start driving when the light turns green.  But she really demonstrated how much she has been paying attention one day when she first reminded me to bring my driver's license, and then gave me a lecture on how to back out of the driveway (complete with a mimed demonstration of changing gears and looking back over her shoulder).

Shortly after Thanksgiving Esther and Daddy were discussing turkeys.  Daddy asked, "What does a turkey say?"  Esther wasn't sure.  So Daddy told her, "It says, 'gobble, gobble, gobble.'"  "Not anymore!" she pointed out.

Esther was "reading" a folder of information to me.  In her most literary voice, she announced, "By Suzanne Beck.  Pictures by The Cow Jumping Over the Moon."


When Esther and I were putting angel decorations on the Christmas tree, I started singing "Angels We Have Heard on High."  Esther was quite taken with the "Gloria" chorus, and a little while later I overheard her singing, "Gloryluia to the Lord of Jesus!"


We were eating animal crackers when Esther suddenly held one up and exclaimed, "Jesus, Jesus!  Look, Mommy, Jesus!"  It was a mountain goat.  (She was holding it sideways, so maybe it resembled a man in a robe?)

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