Yesterday 9yo Dash and I were discussing the differences between an abstract noun and a concrete noun.
Me: Give me an example of a concrete noun.
Dash: A pencil!
Me: Give me an example of an abstract noun.
Dash thinks for a couple of seconds.
Dash (in a calm and matter-of-fact voice): Christian.
Me (after regaining my composure): Why do you say that?
Dash: Because I can't see him or touch him.
Me: Ummm... okay. That's a very sweet answer although I don't think that is what the people that made this workbook quite had in mind. But I guess you're right... How about we just skip this and move to the next one?
Dash: Okay, mommy.
It's always interesting to see when Christian will come up in our conversations. Usually it's out of the blue and an unexpected surprise! I am so glad that the boys are comfortable talking about Christian. Sometimes we cry but other times it's very matter-of-fact with hardly a tear (okay, maybe just a little choking up)... remembering and laughing and talking as a family. I am so thankful that God has kept us close-- close to Him and close to each other!