While Mr. Workman & I were at a meeting this morning, David calls and leaves this almost completely unintelligible message...we could make out the words dead, food, & I got it. We called back and couldn't understand much better so we asked for Angela (our house helper) and she explained that David fed the chickens but one seemed to choke on a crumble and died. We told her to tell David that we would be home soon.
We get home & had JUST pulled in the driveway when David came running to tell us again what Angela had told us. As I was going up the ramp to go inside, David hands me the box that Matt has been carrying his new shoes in. As I am taking it inside, David pulls the box lid back showing the dead hen, which he has placed there for burial. I ask him to close the lid and hand the box back to him. I directed David to leave it closed in the garage until Daddy can help with burial.
About 2 hours later, David and Daddy are ready to give our chicken a proper send off, only for Matt to start throwing a huge fit. As I try to find out the problem, the meltdown continues! Finally, through tears and sobs and shudders, Matt explained that he wanted HIS shoebox back! David had taken it without asking so I offered him 2 identical shoe box for 2 sizes smaller of the twins' shoes, BUT NO! Matt wanted the box back, which had held a dead chicken in 95-103 degree heat since 9:30am and it was around 3:00pm! For the next 45 minutes, Matt threw a fit while I dug out and offered him many shoe boxes of ALL sizes...this whole time I'm thinking "Candid Camera must be nearby." Finally Matt went to sob silently with the occasional shudder as he watched TV. We have had several break through tears all evening....and Candid Camera is still not here....BUT the shoebox and chicken are now buried in a location non-disclosed to Matt and I!
I tried to think of a verse to "council" my young Matt, but all I could think of is,
"For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."~Matthew 6:21
I have several for my David!