A Heathenville Moment

When you live in Heathenville, as I do, you learn to never, never let your guard down. Heathens, as has been proven time and time again, are capable of anything imaginable. And even a few things unimaginable.

Today my boys were playing together very nicely. This, in itself, is surprising, but you can only imagine the ice water that flowed through my veins when I heard Micah say to Aaron "Let's build a bomb!"

Now, a typical mother, a mother of non-Heathen children, would probably laugh if she heard those words uttered in her presence. Possibly she would chastise her children for speaking of violence. But that's a typical mother. A mother who is secure in her belief that her children would never knowingly blow anything up. I was terrified.

My very first thought upon hearing those words were "Oh my God, where did they learn how to build bombs?" I'm not kidding. My second thought was "Oh my God, what are they going to blow up?" My third thought? "Can I get to them before they detonate?"

The good news is my kids did not blow anything up. They did build a "bomb," but it was fashioned out of a small baby blanket, balled up and when it was dropped it "exploded." Whew. I'm now going to block Google and all other search engines from our computers, though, just in case they decide they want to learn how to build a real bomb. I don't put anything past my kids.