Life with Little guys

I have a bunch of kids. I'm like that lady in the storybook with so many she forgot what to do or who they were or how they got there...isn't that how it went? Anyway, I spend a great deal of time explaining the simple mundane things of life down to a preschool level. Take, for instance, the bible story we read this week about the first family. After all of our discussion and quizzing, my four yr old still thinks one of Adam and Eve's sons was named Cable. Sigh. You have to just laugh.  Today I was trying to explain to him that you can't just jam your feet into a pair of shoes. There is a proper way to put on your shoes. I watched him smashing his foot into his sneaker and called out, "No, you can't just cram your foot in there. There's a tongue in there!" He froze and got this sick look on his face, dropping the shoe. "No, no, not a people tongue. A shoe tongue. The part of the shoe that sticks out of the top." Whew. I think he believed  there was a fat fleshy blob in there OR the shoe was going to eat his foot. Either way, it was hilarious. See, having a house full of little people can be comic relief for itself!