Last night, I sat down at the table with the children to do their 'quiet-timers'--their devotional books. After reading the verse, there was a short paraphrase, followed by the instructions for the activity. The kids were supposed to draw a picture of something they praise God for.
My daughter began meticulously drawing and coloring a Bible, complete with bookmark and cross on the cover. She colored it purple, because that's one of her favorite colors.
My son began hastily drawing what looked like a person. Being a spiritually minded person, I asked him sweetly, "Is that Jesus?".
He honked out a no matter-of-factly.
Who could it be that he would praise God for most? Could it be me, his hard-working, loving mother? I began to swell with motherly pride in anticipation of the coming compliment. Then I asked him who he was drawing.
He looked at me as if the answer were obvious.
I don't know where he gets that vanity from.