Hawk doesn't get enough airtime on this blog, and so for your reading pleasure, I give you a conversation we had last night while lying in bed.
M: I read this crazy thing in the Book of Mormon about this guy, and he was bad, and he lead a war party, and then when they lost, some soldier chopped his scalp off and was like "Nyyaaah I have your head on a sword!" And the guy kept trying to keep the war going! Dumb. Also, Captain Moroni is awesome. Did you know he was only twenty five when he fought that war?
H: Yeah, he was a cool guy. He died pretty young, when he was in his 50s. I guess the stress of the wars got to him.
M: Um, 50s back in ancient times was not young. It was pretty old.
H: No, actually, I read somewhere that King Benjamin lived to be in his 90s.
(long discussion about 50s being really old back in the ancient ancient times)
M: Whatever. So how did Moroni die?
H: Old age.
Oh it was funny. Maybe you had to be there, but after at least 5 minutes of him staunchly defending his knowledge of the fact that ancient Indians lived to be much older than their 50s, and then not even missing a beat with "old age"... oh. It made me giggle.
Sparrow also made me giggle today. He likes to sing the "Hello Song," which he has learned from Music Together. This morning it went something like this.
"Hewwo, Sparrow, go gwada see you, hewwo, Mommy, so gwada see you. Hewwo, Daddy, so gwada see you, hewwo, auntie, so gwada see you, hewwo, fire truck, so gwada see you hewwo, drink, so gwada see yoooooooou."