MiniWarrior~ism

MiniWarrior has a problem understanding that everything does not have feelings, IE: Sticks, rocks...

Lord V and I took him on a little hike along the Portland boardwalk this weekend, overlooking the Willamette River.

"Hey, Miniwarrior, let's toss sticks in the water and see who's races down the river faster." I said, picking up two sticks laying on the ground.

"No, Mom!" MiniWarrior exclaimed, his brow furled in anxious lines. "The sticks will get lonely!"

"Honey, the sticks won't get lonely."

"Why, don't sticks have feelings?"

"No, only things with souls have feelings." I explained.

oh cripes, how do I explain what a soul is to him now?

"And don't ask me what a soul is. I don't know if I can explain it to you."

"Oh, I know what a soul is." MiniWarrior said with a nod of his head.

"You do?"

"Yep."

"So, what do you think a soul is?" I asked, intensly curious as I have never really discussed religion or the various philosophies surrounding that topic with him.

"It's the place right here." He said thumping his chest by his heart. "It's the place that holds all my feelings and remembers them."

I blinked and stared at him for a minute, speechless in the face of amazing brilliance that is, MiniWarrior.

I reached over and enfolded him into my arms pressing him close to my soul. "You're absolutely right, MiniWarrior."

Absolutely, fantastically, right.