Jesus Fell Off the Golf Cart

You gotta remember she's two. Okay 2 1/2.

My Sophie. She crack'eths us up'eth.

For several months now, her bedtime routine is to read one book and then turn off the light and have us tell her a story. Except there's always rules. She provides the characters, the setting, and the plot. For example,

"Momma...I want Sophie, Beezus & Ramona, riding in a golf cart." So here I go, making up a 3 minute story that for some odd reason, keeps her attention.

Well, lately, the story has changed.

"Momma....I want Jesus falling off the golf cart." ....was the proposed story the other night. Tonight it was Jesus changing his diaper. Gotta love Sunday School. They give the little baby birds fodder for their minds, right?

So, I asked her the question. "Sophie, who do you think Jesus is?"

"A man," she replied.

Ok....dig deeper, Flo.

"What else do you know about him?"

"He touched an ear."

Oookkkkayyy. Got it. I smiled and said, "Yes, Jesus did touch a man's ear and heal it. Did you learn that in church?" She nodded. Gotta love that Sophie girl.....