Today Sam, age 5, asked how long it would be until his next birthday. I had to tell him it would be 11 months still.
"Too bad, because I already know what kind of party I want to have," he said. "A Jesus party!"
This pleasantly surprised me, so I stopped and asked for more information.
"We'll play Pin the Wings on the Angel," he began, "and we'll put a nativity scene on the cake."
"Oh!" chimed in Lindsey, "I have an idea. Let's get favor bags that look like the cape that boy had where the roses left a picture of Mary."
"You mean the Virgin of Guadalupe." I clarified.
The planning went on for about 10 more minutes and then the kids went off to play.
Just as I was feeling thoroughly satisfied that my 5 year old loved Jesus so much that he would do the honor of theming his birthday party after Him, and just as I finished convincing myself that I was doing a good job of raising Godly children, Sam came back.
"Actually," he said, "I think I'm going to have a ninja party, and the pinata will be a bad guy whose head flies off when you bash him. That's how the candy will come out."
I knew it was too good to be true.