What a five year old remembers from a conversation about Jesus' death and Pontius Pilate.
Tyler: Hey Daddy? You know Jesus didn't die on his own...
Daddy: Oh no?
Tyler: No. Someone killed him.
Daddy: Who killed him??
Tyler: A pirate! Mommy told me.
Um...yeah. I think we need to read that Bible story over a couple more times. Although I rather like the pirate twist. Who knew??
This has been a plague house for the last week or so. From Tyler to Max...and now Max has had his first major illness; a nasty upper-respiratory virus. It's so scary when someone this small gets so ill. It's been a long time since I rocked a miserable baby in a bathroom full of hot shower generated steam. He's doing much better today, finally. Just in time for another home visit from our friendly neighborhood social worker.
I'll be glad when Max's adoption is finalized. I like the social workers we deal with a lot, but it's weird to be "under surveillance" so to speak.