Hard things

My incredibly talented mom has been developing new curriculum for our toddler classes at church, and I have to say that it is amazing.  She's also teaching Ethan's class right now, and I'm so impressed with how much he's learning.  Their lesson Sunday morning was about David and Goliath, but the point of the lesson was that God helps us do hard things.  Well, Monday Ethan went to the church building with my mom to "help" her work, and when he woke up from his nap he wanted some milk.  His milk was in the refrigerator in the kitchen in the gym, and according to E it is "very dark and scary back there."  This is how the conversation ensued:

E:  Nana, I want some milk.
Nana:  Ethan, I can't get up right now, but you know where your milk is.
E:  But I can't go by myself.
Nana:  Do you remember what we talked about yesterday in Bible class?
E:  God helped David do hard things.
Nana:  And God can help you do a hard thing like go get your milk even when it's dark.
E:  And I won't be scared?
Nana:  You won't be scared.
----a few minutes later----
E:  Nana, Nana!  God helped me do a hard thing and I got my milk all by myself!

I love that at 3 years old he can already put his trust in God.  Thanks, Mom, for being such a great teacher for Ethan.

Now maybe God can help me do a hard thing and let Ethan go out in public looking like this -

(Next on the to-do list - get rid of Rachel's pacifier so Ethan will stop walking around with it.)