Theology

To truly understand this story I’ll have to take you back. Waaaaay back. Sometime before Christmas, I went to pick up Easton at Amy’s house. He started singing a song about peanut butter and jelly. He had been singing it around the house but I wasn’t familiar with the song and didn’t understand all of the words. I asked Amy if she knew what song that was. She got a little sheepish and said, “Oh yes, the peanut butter song – sorry about that.” It seems that there is a little song that goes like this:

Peanut butter and Jelly
That’s what I like in my belly.

But Jack had decided to alter the song a bit and started singing the song like this:

Peanut butter and Jelly
That’s what I like in my Poo-Poo!

When Easton heard this version he began to laugh hysterically and instantly they were their own performing duo. Jack as the lead singer and Easton as crazed groupie.

Once I understood the “peanut butter song” I came to realize over the next several weeks that the song took on several forms. Sometimes it would be:

Peanut butter and Jelly
That’s what I like in my Buzz Lightyear!
Or….
Peanut butter and Jelly
That’s what I like in my Wiggles!

This was better than the Poo-Poo version, so we were happy.

Now…fast forward a few months.

We had a Sunday School get-together one afternoon and all of the kids were wrangled together at the kitchen table. At home, we always said, “Dear Jesus” for the blessing. We would say, “Dear Jesus, thank you for Easton, Mommy, Daddy, etc” and then eat. But at the SS party one of the moms asked if her son would like to say the blessing. He said yes, and then they sang, “God Our Father” It is sung to the tune of “Frere Jacques” or “Where is Thumbkin”. It goes like this:

God our Father, God our Father
Once again, Once again,
We bow our heads to thank you, We bow our heads to thank you
Amen, Amen

Hooray! A blessing that can be sung! What’s better than that? So we began to use “God our Father” in place of “Dear Jesus.”
This was GREAT! Until…………….his little boy mind kicked in.
One night, we heard this as we sang:

God our Wiggles, God our Wiggles,
Once a Wiggle, Once a Wiggle,
We bow our heads to Wiggle, We bow our heads to Wiggle,
A-Wiggle! A-Wiggle!

As parents we committed the ultimate sin and laughed.

For the past month, we have continued to use this as the blessing and we’ve continued to have the Wiggles join our song. We have kept a straight face and tried ignoring the problem all together. Seeing that this tactic was getting us nowhere, Spencer then tried explaining the situation to him. That when we say the blessing, we are telling Jesus thank you and it’s not nice to use different words in the song. And Easton replies innocently and sweetly, “But Daddy, I have to tell Jesus thank you for the Wiggles, too.”

So be forewarned if you come to our house for dinner.