You little boy

Arpil 7, 2015 around 9.00 am. This morning as Madeleine asked me to help her unlock the house door, she wanted to get out but I stopped her.

- Wait please. Try it again so you will not need help any more.

- Be patient, you little boy.

- Hey, whom are you talking to like that?

- You, Daddy.

- I am your dad.

- But you were a little boy too, years ago.

- Yes ago but not any more.

- You are still God's boy.

- I think it would be more correct to say: God's son.

- Hum... You might be right.

- I am.

These are the kinds of discussions I happen to have almost every day. In the past used to get angry, but now I have opted to take it easy, not to challenge them and try to understand the bottom line of the children's thoughts.