Edomites

The other day I heard suspicious thuds coming from the upstairs bedroom where the children had been playing quietly. I quietly crept up the stairs and observed from the doorway. Livia had her back to the boys and was involved with the Christmas tree in the corner (actually, I think she was repeatedly plugging and unplugging it into the wall. So much for thinking my kids were SAFE.) The boys were throwing things at her. Apparently a [toy] chainsaw and a tape measure had been thrown, (which explained a LOT) along with every pillow we own.

"What's going on in here?" I had to ask.

"Oh, Mom!" the boys exclaimed. "We're playing with Livia!"

"Really?" I questioned.

"Yeah. We're Egyptians and she's the Edomites and we're doing battle."

After a bit of correction, all was forgiven. After all, I had to smile that their Bible lessons are taking root and they are trying to play together "nicely." Ha.