Identity Crisis

Last night, E came into the bedroom crying. Grabbing J around the legs, he looks up at her and says, “Mama, S. says I not Jesus!”

J, looking down into his tear-streaked face, says “Honey, you’re not.”

E let go of her legs, stepped back and in a tone signaling his great surprise and consternation at the news said,  “What!?”

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Suffer the Little Children

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s