Monthly Archives: November 2013

Dinosaur Eggs and Lockdown

After school the crossing guard comes over to check on Tina, who’s apparently playing alone on the hill in the schoolyard.

Oh no, she isn’t—I’m with her.

“I was just checking to make sure she wasn’t alone,” explains the guard. “But she’s with an adult.”

“Kind of an adult,” I correct her, and Tina explains that we’re covering dinosaur eggs so they don’t freeze. The guard tells Tina about the dinosaur eggs in her yard—and the scales in her driveway.

The guard’s trip to the hill after she’d finished shepherding the children across the street reminds me of games Tina and I have played.

“Fire drill” was impressive. Tina got right down on the floor and slithered to safety.

“Lockdown” was even more impressive. Working quickly and quietly, we took her stuffed animals and hid in the closet. Then—and I found this really interesting—we hid the stuffed animals in different places.

It appears that the school has managed to teach the children to take safety procedures seriously without causing them to fear.

I thank God for the wisdom He has given the teachers and administrators.


Melted Crayons and a Song of Praise

Tina’s leaping and dancing, singing an impromptu hymn of praise to the Creator of–colors.

Day One: I eat the last piece of Maria’s homemade pumpkin pie. Tina and I cut up some broken crayons into little pieces, arrange them on the disposable pie plate, and melt them in the oven. She mixes the melted crayons into ever blending swirls. I expect them to yield a muddy brown, like mixed watercolor paints.  But no–most of the pie plate is covered with a rich, dark green. The surface of the wax is bumpy, reminding us of a volcano.

Day Two: Who knew?  Tina breaks off a piece of the wax, and under the green are the other colors–bright and distinct pink, red, blue, yellow, orange . . . How did that happen? And the multicolored underside is smooth as glass, in stark contrast to the gnarled surface.

After school, Tina and I go to the dollar store and buy 24 crayons and eight tin foil dishes. We’re so excited!

I help her complete her chores and the party begins. Tina lays out the eight dishes and we plan the colors. She mixes the melting colors–or not–and marvels at the designs.

Another surprise–moments after I take the dishes out of the oven, Tina can pick them up with her bare hands. And, still another wonder–the wax is already hard. She can flip the dishes upside down! We think how funny it would be to do that to a cake, or pan of cookies, or a pot of soup.

Then comes the happy little dance and song of praise.

Mankind has trodden a long, sad path since God first breathed into him the breath of life. But still, in their moments of utter joy, I can see hints of that breath in Tommy and Tina.

“And God created man in His own image . . . ” Genesis 1:27