Sunday, June 28, 2009

Discussions at mass

At mass today:

Nicky: Where's Jesus?
Me: Over there in the front. The bread becomes Jesus.
Nicky: Where?
Me: Over there on that big table in the front, it's called an altar.
Nicky: Where?
Me: It's the bread on the table, Jesus turns the bread into himself so we can eat him.
Nicky: Eat Jesus? But we will kill him.
Me: No, we can eat Jesus because he makes the bread become his body, so we can eat him without killing him.
Nicky: Why?
Me: Ummmm, so he can be our spiritual food.
Nicky: But we will kill him.
Me: No we won't that's what is cool about it, Jesus turns the bread into his body so we can eat him, but without killing him.
Nicky: That's not cool, that's AWESOME.

Monday, June 22, 2009


A couple of weeks ago, we went to the birthday party of a friend, at a railway museum. Inside was a model railway setup, really nicely done, and quite large too. I've been thinking about making some kind of road for Nicolas and his cars for a long time now, and the model train setup finally got me to work. I just started on this last Friday...

So far it has been a big hit. Nicolas plays with it, and people want to help with it. Sometimes I get too much help! But I'm having fun. Yes it is totally useless, but hey... one must get SOME pleasure in life after all...

Monday, June 01, 2009

The art of being Random

Nicolas has a knack for pulling random phrases out of thin air.

Every Monday evening, Jean-Alexandre and I play soccer, and every Monday evening, after the game, Jean-Alexandre insists on having a slushie, so every Monday evening, we walk into the same dépanneur (corner store) at about the same time, and get him one. This evening, we got back into the car and I began to tell this story: The ending is Jean-Alexandre's, in imitation of Nicolas.

"Every Monday evening, the same two people walked into the dépanneur between 8:30 and 9:30. The old haggard woman and the fresh young man wore the same soccer uniform and sweat ran down their faces. The young man always got himself a slushie, and the woman paid for it."

"And then the dinosaur ate a tractor."