That's How You Know

Last week in nursery we had a lesson on families.  As part of the lesson I asked the kids how they knew their families loved them.

I asked the first little girl, "How do you know your mom loves you?"

She looked blankly at me, not sure how to respond.  So I prodded, "Does she give you hugs?"

She nodded and said, "She hugs me."

I asked the second little girl, who has all sisters, "How do you know your sisters love you?"

She said, "They hug me."  I asked her if they played with her, too.  She said, "Yes.  They give me hugs and they play with me."

Then I turned to a little boy, who is the youngest of three boys.  "How do you know your brothers love you?"

He smiled and said, "They hursd me."  I thought I understood what he meant and it was a surprise.  But since the other kids had just repeated what had already been said, I assumed that's what he was doing too.

"You mean they give you hugs?" I said hopefully.  He shook his head.

"They hursd me."

"Oh, they play with you?"  (I don't know where I got "play" with out of "hursd" but I thought I'd give it a shot.)

Again, he shook his head.  "They hursd me."

Finally, I decided to repeat back what I was pretty sure he was saying.  "You know they love you because they hurt you?"

He grinned and nodded.  That's how you know.

An Announcement

Who:    Nate and Katie

What:   We're moving!

When:  Sometime before November

Where: TBD

Why:    We need a second bedroom.  We're going to decorate it blue.