My youngest son, my three-year-old, was in the bathtub and was looking around at all the things around him. He pointed to the jet outlets in the tub and asked if I paid for them. I told him I did. Then he asked if I paid for the tub itself, and I again answered that I did. He then proceeded to ask about the water, the lights, the counters, and the door. I finally told him that pretty much everything he sees I paid for.
"That's why I work," I told him, "to pay for stuff."
Then he surprised me and asked, "Even you?"
I smiled, and answered, "No, but somebody did. Do you know who?"
"No," came his reply.
"Jesus paid for me," I said, "so that I can go back to live in Heaven."
His face lit up with a big beaming smile and said, "Jesus paid for me, too!"
"Yes, he did," I replied.
Sometimes kids just know stuff, you know?
Fine: be that way, Mr. Raccoon.
16 hours ago