Today Callie was sitting on my lap in church. She was pretty up close in my face as her hands softly rubbed my cheeks. Then, she looked in my eyes, and got a rather concerned look:
Callie: Mommy, why do you have cracks in your eyes?
Can you imagine if I literally had cracks in my eyes?! The image came to mind...my eyeballs actually cracking. Not the most reverent thought, but ya know.
Me: Cracks? Do you see lines in my eyes?
Callie: Yes, you have cracks in your eyes. Why?
Me: I'm tired Callie. I think that's why you see those lines. Are they red?
Callie: Yes, red cracks. But I'm not tired.
Me: And that's why you don't have the red lines in your eyes.
Callie: (yawns) I am tired Mommy. Oh, I'm going to have red cracks.
These are the types of conversations I have with my daughter during church. Jesus? Charity? Scriptures? Prophets? Nope. Just good 'ole talks about cracked eyes.
I need more sleep.