My Jesus

Last week I was putting Alexander to bed. He wasn't happy with something I had done (like, make him go to bed) and he was mad at John, too, for siding with me. Usually when he doesn't get his way with one of us, he says, "I want my mommy!", or "I want my daddy!". Since he wasn't getting his way with either of us, he said, "I want my Jesus!" "I want him to come down here right now!" "I wish Jesus was a stuffed animal!".

Oh, to be like a little child.