Class Clown

 

Each of our children is a unique creation. They are all designed by our Father with a custom package of talents, gifts, and abilities, for which we are thankful. Some of them just happen to also be quite entertaining. I guess He he thought it was time to throw some comedic relief into the mix. Enter: Rebekah

Rebekah is the youngest of seven. She is ten now and I believe the Lord, in His Mercy, saved her for last because He knew we would need everything we have ever learned about parenting to raise this one. She is quite challenging on many levels. Not only is she very gifted, she is also more strong willed than anyone I have ever known. And that is saying a lot considering some of our other children. The Lord intends that strong will to become incredible determination and perseverance to accomplish His Will. In the meantime, it requires much discipline and instruction. 

Hmmm . . . Why would the Lord give me multiples in this category? Could it be because I, too, am strong willed??? :)

Not only is she strong willed. She is also hilarious!

Here are a few examples:

Yesterday, we were talking about how the Lord is the Author of every content area we study in our school and I was asking the kids to think about ways they could see how the Lord had revealed Himself through math. My question was initially followed by silence. Then Rebekah said, "Math is like God: You have to die to 'get' it/It. Do you get it? (with a big smile on her face)"

A few days ago, I was explaining to another one of our daughters that it wouldn't be too long before her eyebrows might need to be plucked, Rebekah said, "I'm never plucking my eyebrows or shaving. I like my hairs. I like the hairs in my eyebrows, the hairs on my legs and the hairs on my arms. I want to keep it all!"

Her reflections on being outsmarted by a mouse in the garage: "These must be really smart mice because they keep dragging my trap away. It's like they think it's just something in their house and they keep moving it around."

During her poetry recitation yesterday morning she got to being silly and by the end of it, we were all laughing so hard, there were tears running down our faces. Between poems she would interject comments like: "I need to put on deodorant, my armpits smell like rotting fish." (I don't think she has ever actually smelled rotting fish, but her imagination is so vivid that she might as well have smelled it everyday for the last year!)

After returning from the application of her deodorant, she said: "It didn't really stick because they (her "pits") were so sweaty." (She had put on a pair sweats yesterday morning, thinking it was going to be cold.)

Because I was trying to avoid positioning myself directly downwind, she asked me, "What's wrong? Are you afraid of my 'pits of death'?" What can you possibly do but laugh, at that point?

After I explained to her that she would need to scrub her armpits and then reapply her deodorant, she asked, "Should I use SOS pads?"

Later in the day, she said, "That's weird: After I ate my apple, my nose started running." (with a puzzled look on her face)

When Elizabeth complained of a fly trying to fly into her eyes, Rebekah said, "It was probably trying to get moisture. That's what the flies in Africa do." How does she know these things?? Even when she isn't trying, she's funny.

And during history she asked me, "You know that ancestor thing?" (Ancestry.com, an online genealogical search engine that her grandmother uses) "Does it have if you came from Shem, Ham, or Japheth?" 

I told her, "No, honey. It doesn't go back that far."

Never a dull moment! Boy, I sure am glad we don't ever have to worry about boredom around here. Easier to sleep at night with that off my list, you know?