I was a bit flabbergasted last night at dinner when Grant announced to me, "Mommy, if you eat tomatoes, you go to heaven!"
I asked him. "Who told you that, sweetie?"
"Sissie did." And he looked right at her.
I did my best to hide the look that must have been struggling to cross my face. She held up her finger, and I waited for her to finish chewing the bite that was in her mouth. Her head tilted to one side, her body language telling me that she knew exactly what he was talking about, and she wasn't at all ashamed about the lesson she was teaching her poor, innocent, gullible little brothers.
I kept waiting.
"Mom, I told them not to eat the little red berries on the pokey bushes. And if they did, they would die, and then after they die they go to heaven."
OK, that makes sense.
Yes, we have several huge holly bushes, and they still have berries on them. Sometimes it's hard to convince three year old boys not to eat things. I guess Emma did her best.
We're gonna have to work on some spiritual teachings around here, though, lest the boys actually start to believe that salsa saves.