Kids are truly amazing. Often frustrating, frequentely funny, amusing and astounding.

Tonight I offered my son a chocolate chip cookie for a bedtime snack. (please, no comments on that one!?!) He opened the fridge in a ponderous way and surveyed some options. "I want communion instead."

I poured a glass of grape juice and got a piece of bread for each of us. We talked about these symbols of Jesus' blood and body, given for us. In his own 3 year old way, he understands communion in ways I have no access to. In addition to whatever is going on between him and God, I know he also likes dunking the bread in the juice, seeing it soak to point of absorption (or beyond) and eating it. What 3 year old wouldn't.

Towards the end of this holy "snack" Berto commented: "That's the most tastiest blood I ever tried."