the mouth of babes

When my sister-in-law picked up two-year-old Kate from preschool, she sat her down for a snack. The little one had an abstracted look for a while and then asked, "Where's PeePaw?" April was a little taken aback, and answered, "He went to see God." Well, Kate is two, so on came the questions. "Did he go in a white car?" (In fact, the body was taken from the house in a white van.) "Did he open his eyes?" April asked, "Who opened his eyes?" "Jesus," the little one said matter of factly. April was doubly surprised, because they typically talk about God, rather than Jesus. (I hope Jesus gets more credit after this!)