Thursday, October 15, 2009

Is Work Like School?

That's what Ava wanted to know this morning.

I was behind the shower curtain in our one functional upstairs bathroom and she came in to brush her teeth, called through the screen - "Dad, is work like school, just no teachers?"

I agreed it probably was. Reading, writing, talking, all the bases covered.

She's been coming out with these questions lately, over the weekend we had this exchange after she sneezed and I said God bless you - "Dad, why do people say 'God bless you' after you sneeze?"

I was stumped, said something like it's tradition, people have been saying that for a very long time, etc.

And then she said, "maybe it's because God invented tissues."


Blogger Hope said...

A divine monopoly on facial tissues - I love it.

When my kids were little, I'd take me in with me on Saturdays and let them watch a video in the conference room while I caught up with paperwork. So they were convinced for years my job was watching videos and eating lunch on the office floor.

2:25 PM  
Blogger alisha said...

For me, work is school!

:) Very cute story.

11:58 PM  
Blogger Le Snips said...

lol Sailing Past. Also, your daughter sounds like she could teach us a thing or two about the world! Keep posting pleeeeease!


5:31 AM  
Blogger GS Counselor: said...

Long, long ago it was believed that the one time your body was vulnerable to evil spirits was when you sneezed. Hence the phrase god bless no evil spirits fly up your nose!

5:57 PM  
Blogger Natalie said...

people say "God bless you" after one has sneezed because before we had the good medical knowledge we have today, folks thought when you sneezed your heart missed a beat. So God must have blessed you since you were still alive after you'd sneezed.

you know, just in case you wondering.

9:12 PM  
Blogger Sara said...

I also heard that in some cultures back in the day they thought when you sneezed your soul would leave your body so they would say bless you so your soul would return to your body.

Just another theory that is out there.

11:00 PM  
Blogger For His Glory said...

Phyllis Davis, DBU, Politics in America

When my oldest son was three years of age he would watch the windshield wipers swish back and forth and say, "last night,last night." One day when the rain drops barely covered the windshield, he asked, what's wrong with the last nights." It took me a minute to figure out he was calling the wipers, "last nights." based on the sound they were making when swishing from side to side.

9:30 PM  

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