As I was putting on makeup the other morning, and chatting with Ivy, I just couldn't stop myself from kissing her with delight.
I said: "I'm so glad you're my child! Who else's child are you?"
Ivy said: "Jesus'?"
I said: "Well . . . who else's?"
Ivy said: "God's?"
I said: "Yes! You are a child of God!"
Ivy said: "And Jesus'?"
I said : "No, Jesus is your brother."
Pause . . .
Ivy said: "Oohhh . . . because Mrs. God had him too!"
Seriously, what's more precious than a simple truth expressed by a child?
