Last month, Julia and I were in the carpool line to drop the boys off at preschool. As we were waiting to drop them off, the firstborn, who is 4 and a half years old, was reviewing the new school rules out loud.
“‘Be kind to others.’ That’s the Yellow Rule, but some people call it the Golden one,” he announced.
“That’s right buddy,” I said proudly.
Not wanting to waste a teachable moment, I asked him, “Do you know who made up the Golden Rule?”
“Ummmm…no,” he replied.
I spoke slowly and deliberately, “His name is Jesus Christ.”
“Jesus Christ?!” he said quickly, furrowing his eyebrows. His tone was thick with playful surprise, pretending as though he’d never heard that name before. Then his face contorted in thought as he looked away, apparently in deep thought.
“Daddy, our peanut butter and jelly sandwich has Christ on it,” he observed.
For a moment, I thought, “huh?” Then I realized what he meant.
“That’s crust buddy. Your peanut butter and jelly sandwich has crust.”