On Being a Church Kid

Several weeks ago, Eloïse and I were playing a very giggly round of jumping around on mommy's bed, when she suggested that we play "tomb." She would hide under the cover and be dead. I was TOTALLY CREEPED OUT, and like any good working mom, tried to figure out which weird kid at her preschool was putting strange ideas into her head about death and tombs. That's when she popped out from under the covers and announced gleefully, "Look, Mommy! I'm alive now!" And it struck me...she was pretending to be Jesus and she'd just declared her resurrection.