12:00 midnight: The three year old sneaks down and gets into our bed. In an effort to postpone sleep, he begins telling me the story about Jesus.
"Jesus isn’t dead no more. Jesus is alive and he lives in my heart." Sometimes when he tells this story he gets heart mixed with belly, which is adorable.
Me: “You are right and that is really wonderful, but now you have to go to sleep.”
Him (still stalling): “I can’t. I need a glass of water.”
Me: “You’ve got Jesus—He will quench your thirst. Now go to sleep.”