Cutie Kid

My husband is Catholic. I'm Anglican. Other than occasional teasing arguments about things like the Catholic Church being hypocritical for making "obscene wealth" one of the new deadly sins (seriously? 'pay us and we'll pray your dead loved one into heaven' and they're now outlawing being rich? HA! (and yes I realise they no longer do this, but I have to be able to tease my man about something.)), what this means is that he has a rosary, somewhere, and a crucifix that I feel uncomfortable with being up in the house (a plain cross would be fine, but a Jesus-figure feels idolatrous to me). So it isn't. Because he is a wonderful husband.

At the moment, as I have recently been pregnant and new-babied and am tired and exhausted and brain-fogged all the time, there is a bunch of stuff sitting on the hall table that needs to be put away, and the crucifix is part of the pile-o-stuff. Today the kid caught sight of it.

CRITTER: This is like the stone at church.
ME: What is like what stone at church honey?
C: THIS. It's like at church inside.
M: Ah.. yes, you're right, it is, and it's called a 'cross'.
C: Yeah and this is Jesus like how He died on the sad day (Good Friday. We discussed Easter this year and Good Friday has become The Sad Day, because He died, and death is sad. Kids are cute).
M: Thats right, He died on the cross, and on the Sunday He came back to life..
C: (interrupting) Yeah and so why do we have this?
M: Well when we see the cross it reminds us about when Jesus died and rose again, and how much God loves us to have done that for us.
C: Oh.. Mummy can I keep this in my room so I can remember Jesus all the time?


I told him he would have to ask daddy, because it's daddy's cross. He is totally adorable. And I'm impressed that he remembers so much about Easter. Usually things go in one ear and out the other with him until he's been told a few times.