There are some moments when your child is just chattering away, making plans for their future, dreaming big dreams, completely covered in innocence, and you realize that the moment is fleeting. Soon, their innocence will be broken. It will be stolen. That faith they have in mankind, in the goodness of the other's around them - it will disappear.
You feel a tear trying to sneak out, and hear a wobble in your voice when you answer their question. You don't want to think that you can't keep them little.
But right this minute that faith in mankind still exists, and the belief in the goodness of others is the core of who they are. So you celebrate it. You take hold of it with both hands, lift it high as a shield against the evil that you can see and, for the moment, protect their little eyes from anything but simplicity.
Tonight while I was cleaning the dinner dishes Canaan was "inventing" big ideas in his head. Since his daddy is military, he decided to come up with a weapon, to get rid of the bad guys. He decided we needed a bomb that would explode and send honey all over the bad guys. Then they would be too sticky to do anything bad. They would be "like, hey, what happened here?" (direct quote from Canaan)
He is seven years old. He wasn't thinking of death, or even wounds. He just wanted to coat them in honey so they would be too sticky to get into mischief.
Speaking of sticky mischief makers...
Oh, if only the sweetness of honey shared really would solve the world's problems!