Fire Planes from a Bus!

On the way home from Wednesday night church last week, Luke was babbling to me about Moses.  I don't say "babbling" in a derogatory way (I love hearing Luke talk about what he learned about in class), but I mean that he was going on and on in a fairly unintelligible manner.  As enthusiastic as he was, I could barely catch half of what he was saying.  I would pick up key words--baby Moses, basket, river, mama, worried, queen--but there was a lot that I missed.  At one point, I thought he was trying to tell me where the story was in the Bible, and if that's so, his teachers are pretty awesome (they're pretty awesome anyway).

So anyhow, we pull up to a stoplight, and all of a sudden Luke starts excitedly pointing and exclaiming, "Fire planes from a bus!  Fire planes from a bus!"  I look around desperately for an exploding bus with, um, planes sticking out of it, to no avail.  There aren't any buses, planes, or fires in sight.  I finally figure out that he's pointing at a big clump of bushes, and saying, "Fire flames from a bush!"  Ahhhh.  See, I thought the story was just about baby Moses.

Seeing the bushes, albeit not on fire, made Luke determined to find a real burning bush on the way home.  At one point, we saw a fire burning in a trash can in someone's backyard (I know, right?), and Luke asked if that was a burning bush.  I explained that it was not, that it was simply a fire in a trash can.  Luke thought about it and replied, "But we can 'tend it's a burning bush."  Yes, we can always pretend!

Speaking of Bible stories, I have to show you Luke's Bible:

Already, it has been through a lot:).  Mainly, it has had a lot of abuse from us dropping it over the edge of his bed every night after we read it.  (If we leave it on his nightstand, he'll read it during the night.  That's less out of holiness and more out of not wanting to sleep!)