Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Scene: Me and daughter eating supper by ourselves at the dinner table tonight.
Daughter: Mommy you should be sad when you eat.
Daughter: You should be sad every time you eat for the next few weeks.
Daughter: Because Jesus is eating his last lunch with his friends.
Me: His Last Supper?
Daughter: No last lunch with his friends. He is in a room with all his friends. They are eating bread and juice. It is like his body and blood.
Me: Did Mrs Jo tell you this story today?
Daughter: Yes and it is sad. Jesus will die in a few weeks mommy. It is called Easter.
Me: Well He already died.
Daughter: No mommy. I am trying to teach you. I will tell you the whole story on Easter.