Abe of course wanted to eat all of his candy immediately. It has been three days now and he hasn't gone more than a few hours without some "nanee". He has also recently learned his first complete sentence and he says it over and over over. "I want another one." pronounced like "on nudder un." He likes to identify everything in his world as a "nudder un" even if the first one hasn't been identified. Actually, You'd be surprised how often in makes sense to say "nudder un". At the zoo, every animal is a nudder un. Every show on TV is a nudder un all of his toys are a nudder un. Kisses, flowers, dogs, cars, bugs... Everything is a nudder un. Its a genius phrase because it serves as an identification and a request for more. I swear the kid was born knowing how to work it. After he discovered his Easter basket on Sunday morning he dug through the thing taking inventory excitedly shouting "Nudder un! Nudder un! Then after he had gone through the whole thing he looked around the house hoping to find more easter baskets, asking everyone "Nudder un??" and then told everyone he wanted "a Nudder un."
Jack for some reason wanted to sell his Easter candy. Explain that one to me. The first day I thought it was a novel idea and laughed but two days later he hadn't eaten any of it and was still begging for permission to sell it. He didn't have a buyer, he wanted to go door-to-door and offer it to the neighbors. He priced everything out and displayed it in his basket and plotted his sales route. All he needed was my permission and that took a few days to secure, but he perservered. Finally I let him go because I was impressed with his determination, I'm always in favor of fostering capitalism, and I was sick of hearing him beg. I adjusted some of his inflated prices because I didn't want him to use his cuteness to rip any one off and sent him out. He had an impressive close ratio. He went to six houses and made three sales. I thought he would give up after his first no but he really didn't care, he just moved on. After hitting the block I made him come in. He made three dollars and he felt like Donald Trump. He acted like Mr. Krabs. Counting his money, looking at his money, caressing his money. He was so proud of it.
Later that night we were reading scriptures as a family and we read in the first chapter of Alma about how the righteous people were blessed with prosperity and they used their money to feed the hungry and help the needy and were therefore blessed with even more.
Alma 1 30-31:
30 And thus, in their aprosperous circumstances, they did not send away any who werebnaked, or that were hungry, or that were athirst, or that were sick, or that had not been nourished; and they did not set their hearts upon criches; therefore they were dliberal to all, both old and young, both bond and free, both male and female, whether out of the church or in the church, having no erespect to persons as to those who stood in need.
31 And thus they did aprosper and become far more wealthy than those who did not belong to their church.
Then Jack did the most touching thing I have ever seen in my life. He ran upstairs, got out his three dollars and gave it to us to give to the poor. It was totally his idea and was totally unprompted other than the passage of scripture read from the Book of Mormon. John and I totally melted. There is no feeling in the world like seeing your child really learn to be a Christian. His three dollars might as well have been a million dollars. He gave everything he had, just like Jesus did two thousand years ago. Happy Easter, Jack Jack. I love these kids. They make me count my blessings every day. A nudder un, nudder un nudder un..... see, it fits everywhere!