Out of the mouths of babes, right?

Talking to Adia on Sunday about what she learned in nursery (Sunday school for the 3 and under set):

Me: Adia, what did you learn about today?
Adia: Jesus DIED! (giggles)
Me: Oh. . .and then what happened?
Adia: They put him in a CAVE!
Me: Oh really?
Adia: And then they put a big rock in front of it. . .and then angels came, and Jesus was ALL GONE! (here her eyes go wide and she raises both hands, palms up, to emphasize the mystery).
Me: What happened next?
Adia: Jesus came back to life, and everyone was SO HAPPY!

There you go. Easter story in a nutshell.

(And yes, she really does use caps and exclamation points that often; trust me).

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Ariana said…
Love it!! This Christmas, we'd only had Calvin for a couple weeks, so the memory of seeing a baby in the hospital was fresh in Preston's mind. After the Christmas sunday program, Preston came home and said "MOMMY! Jesus was born in a BARN!! Calvin was born in the hospital. And me. I wasn't born in a barn, just a hospital." Sometimes I wonder if I really did have that boy in a barn! hahaha
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