Rachel goes to catechesis on Saturdays. She enjoys it, but she doesn't tell us too much about it. A few weeks ago, we were asking her at dinner what she'd learned about that morning, and she said: "Jesus and his brothers." Hmmm. Okay. What did you learn about them? "They prayed together, and then they all went to the Olive Garden." Tee-hee! We were amused. As one friend put it, I'm sure all those words were somewhere in the story she heard. She's just putting it into a context she can understand.
Then, last night, she spent a very long car ride (yucky traffic jam!) asking questions like these:
--What's the thing on top of a submarine?
--Why do submarines have periscopes?
--How do you get milk from a cow?
--Does ice cream come from the ground?
--Do you have to wash your hands after you touch a cow's nipple?
--What's lightning?
--What does scurry mean?
--Why did the guy in the song want to scurry at the top of his lungs?
I can totally understand why she sleeps so hard, if her brain is working that hard all the time!
(And, in case you find yourself touching a cow's nipple unexpectedly, we decided you probably should wash your hands after you touch any part of a cow. Just FYI.)
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