She was sitting outside under the shade of the back porch, munching on a Kashi bar. I was inside, but had the screen door open so I could hear her.
Out of the blue, she yelled, "Mom! For Jesus...was the cross hard to do?"
We had read the story the night before, and she was concerned because of the "prickers and thorns" on his head.
I always think that she isn't ready to hear certain things, or that she might not understand the reasons behind it all. I think she understands a lot more than I give her credit for.
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