In church today, a 10-year-old girl talked about when she had just moved into their house. At the time she was two. She was playing downstairs and accidentally set the downstairs kitchen stove on fire. As a two-year-old, she didn't understand fire (so she said). So she went with her mom to drop off the older kids at school. When they came back, her mom, following an impression, went downstairs and, in the words of the girl telling the story, "She screamed." The fire had spread to half the kitchen. Mom put it out, and she was very glad. All ended well.
I imagined little Madeleine setting fire to our house. Right now, her crying is the most unpleasant thing she does. I can't imagine when she starts burning down our house, or driving our cars through walls, or leaving the bath water running, or...
I substituted as the pianist in Primary today. The teacher asked the kids, "What kind of music can drive the Spirit away?"
A girl piped up: "Disco!"
Later, the teacher asked, "What are some things that drive the Spirit away?" Autumn answered, "When someone has worked really hard on a Math assignment, and they've put a lot of time into it, and then you take it and rip it in half."
"Oddly specific," I thought.