Gavinism Chapter 2

Communication has always been important to Gavin. He has had a knack for expressing himself from even before he could speak. Chrissy and I taught him a bit of sign language as a baby, and he got to a place where he had 50-60 signs down and could form simple but complete sentences...like More, Water, Please...stuff like that. On a couple of occasions he even told us, through sign, that he needed a new diaper. It wasn't so much that we put tons of effort into teaching him as much as it was that he just took to it really easily. When he started speaking, it was the same thing. He'd come up with really interesting ways of describing things or feelings....he'd speak in simile. Or he'd describe, in crazy detail, a situation he was in or something that he saw that day. We kept a journal for a while of stuff he came up with. Some kids gravitate towards building things, or art, others towards sports or role playing, Gavin seems to gravitate towards books and words and communication, which makes for some hilarious and poignant stuff at times, hence my chronicling of them here in "Gavinisms". Let me set the stage for our second chapter:

Time: 6:45am
Place: Living Room Couch
Who: Gavin and Myself

Gavin and I had just finished reading a few scriptures before I left for work. I hugged him and as I got up to find my keys/wallet/phone/glasses, he initiates the following exchange:

Gavin: "It's like a frog in a bucket"
Me: "What's like a frog in a bucket?"
Gavin: "Sin"
Me: "What do you mean?"
Gavin:"It's like slimy and hard like a rock or like metal"
Me: "Interesting. What's it like when God forgives our sin?"
Gavin: "Like mashed potatoes. Or like medicine, tickly medicine all over your body."

He's got it. Mashed Potatoes. God's forgiveness of our sin is like a big steaming delicious plate of mashed potatoes. Comforting. Wonderful. Reliable. Forget "Chicken Soup for the Soul"...I'll take "Mashed Potatoes for the Soul".

Best Simile Ever. Nicely done, son.