Crying Wolf

2 nights ago Elijah looked at me, put both hands on my cheeks and said, "You're not a wolf." Surprised, I assured him that I wasn't a wolf. "You're a Mommy". Yep. I thought it was funny, but he's 2 so, sometimes he comes up with these random thoughts. The next morning we were setting up at Kid's Club (VBS) at church. Jen and I are running the games (we trade off with our boys). Elijah says, "I don't want to play that big, bad wolf game" Click! Now it makes sense to me. We played 'What time is it Mr. Wolf?' the day before with the 5/6 year old group and I was Mr. Wolf. I also remembered that that was when Elijah left the games room. Bingo. No, i'm not a wolf, I'm a Mommy.