an eyeball that doesn't work

The other night Cade asked me why blind people can't see. I wanted to give a simple answer so I just said that sometimes people are born that way or sometimes they get hurt and it causes them to go blind.
What he really wanted to know was why do they have eyeballs if their eyeballs can't see. He asked me what is wrong with the eyeball that makes someone not be able to see out of it. I had to go a little deeper to explain about the optic nerve and how if it gets injured then the brain can't communicate with the eyeball and make it see. He was satisfied with the answer but thought that if someone's eyeball doesn't work then they should just remove it. Then I told him how people might make fun of someone if they were missing an eyeball. Cade thought that was so rude. He thought "no one should make fun of them, Mom. If it doesn't work then they don't need it so the guy without an eyeball should just tell them mean people that."
Very interesting... the mind of a 6 yr old little boy!

Almost every night Will and I lay in bed and talk about our kids. Especially about how sweet Cade is. He does something blog-worthy pretty much every day. I suppose all three of the kids do blog-worthy things every day. I need to start writing those things down!

The other night Carlee and Cade and I went to run a few errands which included returning the Redbox movies. I pulled up in the fire lane in front of Walgreens and told Carlee to go run the movies in. (I was lucky enough to be parked right where the fireman wanted to park his big fire engine- hate it when that happens. I guess they were returning movies too.) So a minute after Carlee got out Cade started to get out. I asked him where he was going. He said, "I wanted to go check on Carlee. I need to make sure she is ok in there and that she isn't afraid being all alone without you or me, Mommy." It was the sweetest thing and just melted my heart.

I love that Carlee and Cade seem to watch out for each other. I hope they do that always. I hope that even though they are 3 years and 4 grades apart they are always close to each other. They have their moments but nothing too terrible. A little bickering here and there. Nothing unmanageable. When one snaps at the other I love to ask them, "Does this mean I get to go home and have a little fight with Daddy? If you two get to fight then it is only fair that Daddy and I get to fight." (Will and I don't fight too often, it's so rare that they can actually remember the times that we have and the topics we fought about- yikes! guilt!) They don't like that and immediately stop whatever bickering they have going with each other. It's humorous to me, but it gets them to quit.