This week, Mackenzie stole the show
Mackenzie and I are crunching on breakfast “cereal from a box”, which we enjoy on Saturdays per tradition.
She seems to be chewing quite deliberately but I think nothing of it until she finishes a bite and informs me, “My teeth are singing, Mama. They just sang ‘My Life is a Gift’ and now they’re going to sing ‘I Feel My Savior’s Love.'”
Sure enough, she’s chewing to the rhythm of her favorite songs. Rock on, Girlie.
Mackenzie had randomly pulled a very long book about Star Wars off the shelf in California and asked Grandpa (who is not one to say “no” to a granddaughter”) to read it. So they snuggled up and learned about the force and starships for nearly a half hour. They covered the essentials and then some, with Grandpa speaking what could be a foreign language and Mackenzie nodding soberly as she absorbed the epic battle between good and evil.
Fast forward a week and she is wrapped up in a blanket jumping off her bed declaring, “I’m Darth Vader!”
“Oh, hello Darth Vader. How are you?” I gamely ask.
She doesn’t hesitate. “I’m BAD!”
Girlie got her facts straight.
Breakfast Scores Again
I was memorizing a scripture about tithing over breakfast:
“Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse… and prove me herewith saith the Lord of Hosts if I will not open you the windows of heaven and pour you out a blessing that there shall not be room enough to receive it.”
Mackenzie usually memorizes along with me and grills me on what each verse means. After a brief explanation on my part, she clearly had the highlights down:
Her eyes shown as she exclaimed, “Oh! When I’m a Mama and I’m all grown up and I pay my tithing, Heavenly Father is going to bless me. And I think he will bless me with a SNAKE!”
Who am I to argue with a girl’s dreams? I figure she’ll be all grown up so the snake can live at her house.