When news of a horrific crime reaches my ears, I often have a difficult time processing how such events and motivations could be possible. It seems that I live my life, happy as a clam, content in my own world… and that I project my world onto others and use my lens to make sense of realities beyond the scope of my comprehension.
But that’s just normal processing, right? We grapple for sense to justify moments that seem unclear.
…Just like toddlers.
In reading through Bennett’s Jesus Storybook Bible, we reached the story of David and Goliath. There I was, enunciating clearly, using voice inflection that even a librarian would envy, thinking that Bennett was really following the plot and grooving along with me.
Turning the page to see Goliath on the ground with the stone from David’s slingshot still beside him, and wondering if Bennett could possibly comprehend death on any level, Bennett pointed at Goliath and declared, “Giant… Diaper! Giant… Dog food!”
And so, much like I try to relate to a world that often holds nothing in common with me, Bennett also found a way to identify with the giant, Goliath, who was clearly assuming the diaper change position… while laying next to a piece of dog kibble.
Because, you know, dog food can get away from you sometimes.