July 08, 2007

Deep in the Heart of Dixie

I thought I'd be dark today, but I found service, so here I am. It will be sporadic, I am sure.

You know you're in the Deep South when you pass a billboard that reads, "Go to Church... or the Devil will get you!" alongside a picture of a red devil complete with horns and pitchfork.

You gotta love it.

The boys are having a wonderful time... drinking sweet tea with every meal, hiking through hills, looking for bugs (fireflies), and just being crazy kids. They are torn between running around outside and playing with my Aunt's dog. They love her dog, a little dachsund.

Of course Bones has his moments. I never know when I'm going to hear his little take on life. Sometimes he truly just speaks before he thinks... impulsivity and no filter from brain to mouth. Thought and output can occur nearly simultaneously.

My boys are aware that someone they know and think much of has enlisted recently. We speak about it a lot, but Mr. T seems to be trying to get a handle on it more. I grew up in a military family, so there was never any question as to why people did things.

But my children are products of a civilian atmosphere and although I try to make them understand the great honor it is to serve one's country, none of their friends' parents currently do. Many of them have served, but they didn't make it a career and are no longer serving.

So today Mr. T was asking a lot about joining the Army and why someone might, in particular as we're at war. And I explained to him again how it is an honor to fight for one's country. He is grasping that... and the following conversation ensued to the best of my recollection... of course ending with a Bone-ism.

Mr. T: But what if he dies?

Me: He's not going to die.

Mr. T: But he could.

Me: Yes, he could. But we will hold him in our prayers and we will pray he will be fine.

Mr. T: but what if.

Me: What if?

Mr T: What IF he dies?

Me: Then, love, he dies serving his country. There is nothing more honorable.

Bones: Like Jesus died for our country.

Me: *blink* Jesus didn't die for our country...

Bones: Oh... that's right. He died for the world...

I had to laugh.

Posted by Boudicca at July 8, 2007 09:50 PM | TrackBack

Can't stop grinning over this one...

Posted by: That 1 Guy at July 9, 2007 12:46 AM

That's so cute... :D

Posted by: pam at July 9, 2007 08:16 AM

I'm thinking about him too.

Posted by: caltechgirl at July 9, 2007 01:32 PM

Heh. Good he made that connection!

And indeed, Tea is the one thing I do miss when I'm not in the south!

Posted by: Ogre at July 9, 2007 01:47 PM

Sounds like that billboard influenced him quite a bit!

Posted by: Mrs. Who at July 9, 2007 05:35 PM

I miss fireflies. Are Nebraskans the only ones who call them lightning bugs? Or maybe it's just my relatives who do that.

Posted by: Peggy U at July 9, 2007 11:02 PM

Peggy, people up here in Pennsylvania also call them lightning bugs.

Posted by: WolfDog at July 10, 2007 09:32 AM

Peggy, they're called both here in Illinois and Wisconsin, with the advantage seeming to go towards "lightning bug."

Posted by: That 1 Guy at July 11, 2007 08:56 AM

I think they should include a lightning bug/firefly question in this quiz

. I am mostly Upper MidWestern. No surprise there.

Posted by: Peggy U at July 11, 2007 01:39 PM

Peggy- I have always called them both... lightning bugs mainly when I was a kid. We used to catch them at my grandparent's home in Birmingham... so they probably called them lightning bugs.

Posted by: Bou at July 11, 2007 09:22 PM

Heck, I've always called 'em lightning bugs. That's what they taught my tarheeled hind end to call 'em so thats what they are to me. I understand fire fly, but, hell, lets face it, lightning is a lot more kick ass than fire.

I love that little bones fella Bou. He ain't right, but he's right.

Know what I mean?

Posted by: RedNeck at July 12, 2007 03:30 PM