This evening as I was making dinner Enzo suggested a game to play. “I’ll be Jesus and you be the sick kid who was gonna die,” he said to Zizza.
I wish I could tell you how the game went. I would have loved to hear it myself. Unfortunately, they never could agree on the specifics and begin playing. See, Ziz wanted to to play a healthy child and Enz wanted her character to be ailing.
They discussed options for a long time but in the end they went with the old stand-by to pass the time while I cooked. Then, after dinner they played a rousing game of Go Fish.
I guess the point of this post is: though I’m not a big fan of the illustrations in the gospel story book I gave the kids last week, I think it’s doing what it’s meant to do.