The Wise Man

Monday Noah came home from school with a stamp on his hand in the shape of a house. When I noticed it, he told me "the wise man build the house."

I was confused. The wise man? As in We Three Kings? By Tuesday, I had remembered Matthew 7:24, where the wise man builds his house on the rock. So Noah and I talked about the wise man and the rock.

And we've been talking about him ever since, but the conversation has progressed each day as Noah gets more and more curious about The Wise Man.

Where is he?
What is he doing?
Does the wise man have toys in the house?
Does he have boys?

I would start out making up answers -- He's building another house. Of course he has toys. And boys.

But just as my MBA profs taught me to ask "Why?" five times to get to the bottom of any issue, Noah believes in asking again and again and again.

Does the wise man have boys?
What are their names?
Are they big boys?
What are they doing?

And pretty soon you have an elaborate story and can't keep the details straight not to mention that he's likely to ask your spouse who has no idea that the wise man has five houses, two boys, and dog named Spot.

Of course, I'm loving it. But I admit he's challenging my problem-solving skills. Too bad The Wise Man isn't here to help me.