A while back I had a stake seminary activity at the east side building, so I decided to take the kids since Celeste had something else going on. The building is really beautiful - 5 floors. Owen had a hay day with the elevator. He wanted to stop at every single floor. When we got to 4 it was dark and desolate, it is apparently being renovated. Owen was scared. The activity was actually on the top floor, and after being quiet for 90 seconds, Owen and Emma wanted to run off.
I was getting set up for the activity, so I didn't notice they had left until I heard the bell on the elevator, and ran over to see Owen trying to send Emma down by herself. The doors had shut and Emma was inside, Owen stood there laughing. Luckily none of the buttons had been pressed, so it opened when I pressed the call button. Emma wasn't even phased. I grabbed them and brought them back to the main room.
We sat down at the table and I started talking to one of the other teachers. Owen kept interrupting me.
"Can we go down to 4?" he'd ask.
"Not right now, Owen."
"Why not?"
"The activity is starting."
"Why can't we go down to 4?"
"It's dark down there, do you really want to go down there by yourself?" I asked.
"But I know how to fight," he replied.
"What? Who taught you how to fight?" I asked, fully thinking he had picked it up from preschool.
"David."
"Is David in your class?"
"No."
"Who's David?"
"David and Goliath," he said, as if I should have known. The other teacher and I started laughing.
Owen then tried to convince me that he knew how to use a sword, and recounted how David had cut off Goliath's head. He was confident that he had the skills to defeat any monsters that might be on the 4th floor.
I was torn between the PG-13 aspect of the story, and the fact that it is part of the Bible. I've decided I'm just going to keep anything that could be used as a sword out of his reach and leave it at that.