Chuck E. on the cross

We don't go to church. Yep, we're heathens. And we don't preach to our kids. We don't even talk about that kind of stuff at home - not because we don't want to... just because we don't feel the need. But there is a little girl in Sarah's class who has been telling her all about Jesus and other Christian theology lately. Sarah sometimes comes home and tells me what this kid has said. For example, a few weeks ago Sarah said, "Mommy, did you know that God created me and that He is our Father?!" My response was, "No, Daddy and I made you and Daddy is your father." Pete and I then proceeded to explain that some people believe in certain things while we are Evolutionists. She learned about the Big Bang at Montessori school, so she groks it.

I could get up on the soap box about religion, but that's for another day. Instead, I'd just like to relay what happened this morning...

So...This morning I decided to wear the rosary I got from Notre Dame in Paris (thanks Whitlows!) because it goes well with the outfit I'm wearing. Sarah noticed it and here's what happened:

Sarah: Mommy, that's Jesus on the cross.
Me: Yep.
Sarah: Where did you get it?
Me: Paris.
Sarah: Why?
Me: Because I wanted it.
Sarah: Where did you get it?
Me: At a place called Notre Dame in Paris. It's a really famous church in France.
Sarah: Did you know that Jesus' daddy was God?
Me: Hmmm.
Sarah: And Jesus WAS God!
Me: Well, I think he was a man.
Sarah: And Jesus died for his life.
Me: Hmmm.(trying not to laugh) Where did you hear that?
Sarah: From (that kid). I don't listen to her, but she keeps talking about it.
Me: (frowning) Uh-huh.
Sarah: Christopher, look! It's Jesus!

Cloosty leans over to look at it...

Cloosty: That's not Chuck E. Cheeses!