OK, so this was actually overheard in my house this evening, but that's in Chattanooga, so it oughta count.
We had some people over for dinner who are in the process of moving to Chattanooga. At one point I was hanging out with their very clever 5-year-old boy -- the two of us were upstairs in a room that has a dollhouse and few toys in it. He picked up a plastic Jesus action figure (don't ask -- I don't know why it's up there or where it came from) and held it up and said to me "I know this guy! I can't think of his name, but he's the one who hangs out with those other twelve guys. Do you know who he is?" And I replied, "uh, do you mean Jesus?" He got all excited and said "yeah! That's the one!" And then he started to put Jesus in the attic of the dollhouse, but then he stopped and told me that Jesus was supposed to be up higher than an attic and held him, hovering, over the house.
Kids don't always retain what you think they should remember, but they always seem to pick up something.
UPDATE: and now to discover that I'm not the first one to tell my story to the internet! Harumph!
;-D Oh, well, it's a good story...
1 comment:
Two different versions of the story, with different details and punch lines. Both work! Beats my story of not being able to pray to Jesus because my folks said don't talk to hippies. ;-)
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