|Jesus' #1 Fan|
Max: Dat Jesus, mom? (pointing to cross with a cutout in it in the shape of the body of Christ...sort of a crucifix in reverse that I got when I was little)
Me: Yes, that's Jesus.
Max: I wanna hold him.
I give it to him. It's made of wood and mostly sturdy.
Me: Are you going to talk to him?
Max: Yes, I talk 'bout monkeys. (pause) I can't hear him! Why he not talking to me, Mom?
Me: He likes to talk to your heart. You can't usually hear him with your ears, but you can hear him with your heart.
Max: (pause) I hear him!
Me: What did he say?
Max: I don't know. (pause) Jesus my favorite, Mom.
My heart melts.
Max: And God Ruby favorite, Mom!
|This picture sums them up nicely|
Then Max runs down the hall to see Ruby, cross in hand. Soon I hear Ruby saying, "Don't say that, Max!" Upon investigation...
Me: What's wrong, Ruby?
Ruby: Max said that I was God, and I'm not.
Me: Oh...I think he meant that God was your favorite.
Ruby: Well, God is NOT my favorite.
Me: Is Jesus your favorite?
Ruby: No! STRING CHEESE is my FAVORITE.
What a friend we have in cheeses.