Max's Take on Thanksgiving

My little man has this uncanny ability to sometimes stop this never-short-of-words mama in her tracks.  He makes me smile....and  laugh....well, and sometimes cry:)

We had Dillard family fun Thanksgiving on Sunday afternoon with the whole brood, and Max was pretty stoked about "his family" coming over to play with him.  I had a few last minute things to get at the grocery store, and the little guy just couldn't part ways with me for the 30 minutes that I would have been gone---SO, he accompanied me.  Sunday afternoon, after church, three days before Thanksgiving, at the grocery store--it was awesome!

On the way home, I decide to insert a little teachable moment into the chaos that we have both just endured.  So, I ask Max to tell me what Thanksgiving is, and he proceeds to answer with something about indians.  And so I continue on that Thanksgiving is a day that we have to stop and tell God "thank you" for all of our blessings.  

Max is not having all this discussion about Thanksgiving.  I get the "Mama, I don't wanna have Thanksgiving" argument from him.  So, I press harder in the "we're-gonna-have-Thanksgiving-and-you-are-gonna-be-thankful" tone, telling Max that we have to tell God "thank you" for our house, our food, our toys, our family, and our friends.

And his response?  "But Mama, I do that everyday!"

Be still my heart.  I love this kid, and am thankful that he can put things into such perspective for me:)