I forgive you

Odessa learned about forgiveness today in her Primary class. Ever since Ada woke up from her nap, Odessa has been telling her: "I forgive you". I asked Odessa "for what?" She can't come up with anything that Ada did wrong. Anytime Ada says or does ANYTHING, Odessa says "I forgive you." As I type this, she is chasing Ada down the hall yelling at her "I forgive you, I FORGIVE YOU!". She seems very exasperated that Ada doesn't thank her for her forgiveness.

Having kids makes you realize a lot of things about yourself- a lot of what you don't do right on a daily basis. But now that my kids are older, I am finding it nice to explain to them why we are doing something for someone else. They always come with me when we take a meal to a new mom or make a plate of something we baked for someone, and they ask a lot of questions. Odessa thinks all new parents have no food in their house- like having a baby just makes you food poor somehow.
Today I was putting granola bars I made into a box for the homeless dinner we help out with. Odessa asked me why I was doing that, and I reminded her about the homeless people who don't have anywhere to stay or food to eat.
Odessa: They don't have any homes?
Me: No.
Odessa: We-l-l . . . . . they could come stay at our house, we have a home.
Me: Where would they sleep? (wondering if she was going to offer her bunk bed or Ada's or our bed)
Odessa: We-l-l . . . . they could sleep on the couch. We have lots of pillows! And they could have my blankie and my Honey Bear.
Me: That's nice of you Odessa.
Odessa: Yeah. (running off to tell Ada she forgave her for something else.)

It's a grand start, all this little learning taking root. I can't wait to see what blooms someday!