So, we’re at church, and my three-year-old, looking up at the large Crucifix on the altar, asks in a rather loud voice:
Is nat guy DEAD?
What do you say?
Well, son that has been a matter of debate for two millennia. It’s a question that’s started religions and wars. Ultimately, it’s a matter of faith, and while we believe he indeed die on the cross, we also believe he rose again.
Instead I said
Shh. Do you want to look at your book about trucks?
These are the moment-to-moment decisions that plague me as a parent.