Moral of the story is....


It was a perfect day for story telling. It was raining outside and it was warm and cozy in our bed room on our bed. We, my daughters Imman and Joe cuddling next to me, were enjoying our story time together. It was not a new story but our favorite. Jesus multiplying 5 loaves and 2 fish to a multitude. We had a great time, thinking of the all possible fine details of the event... How Jesus went up the hill, how He managed to tell the huge crowd with His still small voice, how the mother of the boy who gave his 'all' to Jesus, would have carefully packed his lunch for the picnic... so on...


Imman filled me in with her imaginations... Joe was listening to the story. Though Joe has a limited vocabulary, she could connect my words with the pictures on the book.

The incident came to an end as I told about the collecting the leftovers in the baskets. After the happy ending I asked what about the "moral of the story"...

Moral of the story is ...... Mother packed 5 loaves and 2 fish, not 5 fish and 2 loaves...

Exactly...

(Note: my girls enjoy only the side dish, which is delicious and nutritious. Not the main course! I am bit strict on finishing the side dish if they dont want the main course. I learnt a lesson from that mother!! :) )

Comments

  1. Jennifer JoshuaAugust 18, 2011 at 4:45 AM

    haha...Loved the moral...

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  2. ammu akkaAugust 18, 2011 at 7:21 AM

    me too... but it was a good lesson learnt it in a very hard way anyway... :) never expected that!!

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