ByBo Budeez

So.

It's Wednesday. The hallowed ByBo Budeez day for Miss Spicey Pants.

I think my favorite thing about her participation in Bible Buddies, aside for the fact that it's an hour of the week when she it totally enthralled and occupied and I didn't have to do anything to get her that way except drop her off, is the songs that she comes home singing.

Spicey's favorite songs are those that allow her to shout with all her heart. Making a joyful noise unto the Lord is not a problem for her. Making not so joyful noises unto her mother when it's time to comb hair is also not a problem for her.

Her most favorite noisy church song goes something like this:

No-no-no-no-no-no
God's not dead
NO!
He's aliiiiive
God's not dead
NO!
He's aliiiiiiive

These are the only words she can remember to the song. I'm sure you can guess that the "No!" part is shouted with all her might with a fist raised in the air. She loves to sing it to Jack and he watches her with wide eyes, flinching when she shouts and shakes her fist in the air. When she's done she reverts back to the baby talk that she speaks only to him and coos oh-so-sweetly, "Did you like that? Did you like that Jacky-Jacky?"

Yep, it's a very telling song in regards to her personality.

Her other favorite song, also a shouter, goes like this:

Ding-dong
ding-dong
church bells ring
Come to church!
Come to church!
Ding-dong-ding

It comes with fantastic bell ringing flailing arm motions and bossy lyrics. Totally up her alley.

And let's not forget snacks. Tonight when I asked her about the story they heard she told me it was about Jesus. When I asked what Jesus did in the story she said, "He told His people to eat snacks." Yep, Jesus was a Nazarene alright. Isn't there scripture somewhere that says "Where two or more Nazarenes are gathered there will be snacks"?

In Bible Buddies she is also learning about accepting Jesus as her personal savior. This is great. I like that. But at three years old this concept is a toughy for her to grasp. In fact, it freaks her out just a wee bit. One night as I tucked her in she was wigging out because Jesus was in her heart and she wanted him to GET! OUT! while tugging furiously on her jammy shirt. Then there was the time that she scraped her knee and demanded a band-aid quick! before Jesus came out. She has also accepted Strawberry Shortcake into her heart as well. You know, to keep Jesus company. And sweet smelling too.

Okay, much of that was sacreligious. I know. But did I mention that she is also terrified of Jesus coming to get her? You know, the whole second coming thing. Picture a small girl in bed asking her mother in a tiny voice, "Mommy? Is Jesus going to come get me? Shut the door mommy. I don't want Jesus to get me." Sometimes I am at a total loss as to how to explain to her that these are good things. It's a lot of bizarre sounding doctrine to a child who has only been alive for thirty-six some odd months. Shoot, this is a lot of bizarre sounding doctrine for grown-ups too. But yes I do believe it and I would bank my life on it. I do bank my life on it, actually.

Ah. My Spicey Girl. It would be a boring, boring life without her in it. And a whole lot quieter.