Losing my Religion
I am back from the dead!!! With a post about religion no less.
We were invited to attend a local church service and obliged. It was nice. Very tight-knit community and the room was cozy. The music was less than thrillsville, but hey, they’re trying.
I stopped by the kids room to retrieve my young ones and the teacher said, “Oh! It’s already over! I was just about to give them a second snack.” She and I made chit chat for another few minutes and then we headed home.
In the car, I turned around for a moment and spotted Little No Limit, crying. We’re talking those huge crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks, lips turned in a big frown, sniffles. I immediately asked her what’s wrong, and she starts murmuring…
“Jesus… I want Jesus… Jesus.”
And immediately, my thoughts went to that church we’d just attended. What had they done??? Had they brainwashed her? Had they scared her? Had they put the fear of God into her — what?????
And Husband casts me a sideways glance and slowly says, “You want… Jesus?”
And she snorts and shouts, with all the indignation a 5-year-old can muster, “No! Not Jesus! Cheez-Its!”
Yes, Cheez-Its. The very snack the teacher was about to serve, had the service not come to such a quick end. She’s got her priorities, that one.
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I’m rolling, that is Hysterical!!
Jessica, how funny! you’ve got to pick up the anthology Toddler, and check out the essay by Libby Gruner (who happens to be my big sister); the Jesus/Cheez-It thing came up when her son was little, too.
Oh, how this sounds like my daughter. I don’t know whether to say “congratulations” or “I’m sorry.” heh.
OMG!!! That’s hilarious!!! I don’t know whether kids say the darndest things, or parents hear the darndest things. SOOOO glad you’re back!
hesus maria hoseph! LOL
Love it! Welcome back. I once was puzzled by a traffic report of rubbernecking due to a vampire (on Lost Nation Road no less - not kidding about the road name). Turned out, listening to the traffic report again ten minutes later, it was a van fire.
I just had a “come to Cheez-Its” moment.
Welcome back!