On Sunday mornings, the girls go to church with Grandma and Papa. It’s hard to say who loves these excursions more: Grandma or the girls. So much so, in fact, that I tolerate all of the God and Jesus talk that are slightly too obsessed with these days. But whatever. I make sure they are churchy and open-minded, at least. If that means I have to put up with Jesus being one of their pretend friends on car rides, so be it.
In any case, last Sunday Gracie came home and happily announced, “Guess what we ate today?” I guessed cookies, candy and soda – that Papa sure likes to spoil his grandkids and tease the grown-ups by sugaring them up before letting them go. Goof. But no, it wasn’t junk food.
“We drank Jesus’s blood!” Gracie exclaimed, like it was the greatest, funniest, wackiest thing she had ever heard. I was slightly alarmed that the girls were taking communion without having run it past me, but I didn’t say anything. “Yeah, it was a Capri Sun.” Whew.
“And then we ate Jesus’s skin!”
I laughed over that all weekend until her dad corrected her last night and told her the nilla wafer was supposed to be called the body of Christ. Not just his exfoliated bits. But at least I got a lot of mileage out of it first.
Tags: humor, Quote of the day, quotes
March 29, 2011 at 7:40 am |
At working laughing out loud. Love those girls of yours.
March 29, 2011 at 9:36 am |
Oh gosh. I cannot WAIT until they are old enough to be told about my body refusing the body of Christ at my first communion…
March 29, 2011 at 11:16 am |
CHRIST CHEX!=0D…but we never got Jesus Juice
March 29, 2011 at 5:54 pm |
Hahaha! And, yuk, too. Jesus skin sounds gross!