Tuesday, October 3, 2006

Daddy, Jesus?

Sometimes you just can't say no...

Yesterday I took Sydney to her grandmother's house for the day. As we were getting out of the car, Sydney held up a little book (more of a booklet, really) called "The Miracles of Jesus" and asked me if she could take it with her. I said "Oh, you want to take your book about Jesus? Of course!" I showed it to her Memere (pronounced Meh-may) and explained that Sydney had wanted to bring it along. Diane (aka Memere) thought that was great, and proceeded to read it with Sydney during the day. When I arrived to pick Sydney up at the end of the day, I had her in the car and strapped in to her seat when she looked at me and said "Daddy, Jesus?"

Several possible responses flashed through my head, because I didn't want to walk all the way back down the driveway to the house and go searching for the book, wherever it might be. Despite the inconvenience, though, I did end up going back and spending a good five minutes looking around the house until we found it. I just couldn't bring myself to tell Sydney "We're leaving Jesus at Memere's today."