Nazi's are Cycloneans

Ohhhh the things that come out of my little Jacob's mouth.

First let me tell the story of the spanking, then I will get into the reason why I wrote about Nazi's in my subject line. So, the kids are playing out front and I hear Jacob start screaming "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!! Don't tell mom! IM SORRRRRRRYYYYYY!!!". In comes Ireland who goes on to tell me that Jacob and her were playing tennis out front (basically hitting a tennis ball to each other on the grass), and that she just happened to win repeatedly (hummmm I wonder how my older, competitive daughter happened to win? Could it be that when she plays games she makes it so she always wins?). Well apparently Jacob got a little frustrated by this and yelled at sissy, who in turn vowed never to play with him again. Which caused Jacob to chuck the tennis racket at her as she walked away! She wasn't hurt though. But we have a very stern rule about hitting people especially his sister. So I told Jacob to go to his room and await his punishment. I then told him that he had disobeyed the rules and for that he must have a punishment. I spanked him then. After his spanking he turned to me and screamed, "I am tired of this lazy old house and I am ready to leave!!!! I don't want to stay here anymore and I want to find a new home!"...... ummmm first of all I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I wanted to laugh hysterically because I couldn't help but think, where in the world did he come up with term "lazy old house"??????? But then I wanted to cry huge sad tears because for the first time my baby had wanted to leave me. I ended up just looking at him with huge eyes and closing his door. Jacob is a mommy's boy through and through. He never wants to leave me. He used to still beg me to sit and hold him, even right after a spanking or a timeout, and now he wanted to move away? I remember doing that to my mom when I was little. I wonder if it hurt her as bad as it hurt me? Jump now to literally 20 minutes later, and Jacob is bouncing around in the living room and piling up the couch cushions so he can jump on to them from the couch. I am sitting on the couch and reading a book, while glancing up from time to time to tell him what a good job he is doing and how I cant believe how far he can jump. I look to him and say " So do you still want to move away from mommy now?". He then looks at me and smile's this huge smile and says " No way, I love you! I will stay for a few days and keep you with me always." sniff sniff. So sweet. I wonder if that decision of profound love for me had anything to do with the fact I let him jump on the couch????? :)

Then He settles down a bit and looks on to the cover of what I am reading. It is a fiction book about a lady who helps smuggle Jewish kids out of Nazi Germany and Austria. So on the cover is a lady holding two small kids about to board a train.
Jacob: "Mom what is that lady doing with those boys?"
me: "helping them escape from some very bad people"
Jacob: " Is she going to take the train?"
Me: "yes. She is going to take them somewhere safe"
Jacob: "Why do those bad people not like them?"
Me: "because they are Nazi's and Nazi's didn't like Jews, and those children were Jews. Some people just turn so far away from God that they choose the most horrible kinds of evil. That's why God sent that nice lady to help protect those children?"
Jacob: "Well if those bad people came after me, I would call them nuts, not Nazi's! Actually I would call them Cycloneans.

Cycloneans are the bad guys in a cartoon Jacob used to watch called Storm Hawks. I couldn't help but laugh. Nazi's, Jacob cant understand, but cycloneans, now that's something he gets. I love me kiddo's. I wish I had ten more just like them!