Setting: Dear, sweet, lovely little 3 year old man, being tucked in for his nap.
With big, brown, trusting, compassionate eyes, he looks up at his dear mother and says:
"Momma. If the bad guy stabbed me *right here* (pointing to his chest) I would be died, but then I'd be in heaven, right?"
Me: "um. yes."
Wee Boy: "Okay. That's good."
Me: "Sweet dreams?"
Mental note: have a little glance over the Sunday School materials when they come home tomorrow to find out what examples they are using in the nursery....:-)
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