Brainwashed
The other day at the mall, my child was throwing a fit. He started yelling at me "You're not the boss of me. Jesus is the boss of me."
Great, Jesus can give you a ride home from the mall. I did try hard not to laugh.
Today as we were driving, he pointed at the mountain.
C: Mom, what's that?
Me: A mountain?
C: No! It's Jesus.
Me: Huh?
C: Jesus is everywhere and he made everything.
Then he points to a tree and we have the same conversation. Oh, and apparently, Jesus is a construction worker too, cause he made the concrete sidewalk.
At least I know that he pays attention in chapel.
My mood: tired