Today I was upstairs when I heard Levi yell in a triumphant voice,
Flashing back to a day on the park a few weeks ago, I was hoping I would not come downstairs to find him standing, arms spread wide, like he did on the rock wall at the play ground when he said he was "Being Jesus." (You know, all Jesus-on-the-cross style).
I entered the living room, and he was holding a wooden yard stick. Swishing it around, hitting walls, tv cabinets, and even the ceiling fan.
"Mommy, I'm Jesus and I have a big sword."
Maybe we should lay off the Jesus stories circa Revelation 19...but on the other hand, kind of awesome that my three-year-old's go-to superhero is Jesus Christ.