Charlotte is not remotely convinced that death is a permanent condition. She routinely asks the question that kids all over ask, one that is reinforced by the fact that she attends a parochial school. Why do some people get to come back to life and other people don't? Trying to explain the whole "son of god" thing loses some steam in our home (which I'm sure has something to do with the delivery), and instead we change the subject as tactfully and swiftly as possible. Because she has watched The Simpsons: Treehouse of horrors more than the Passion of the Christ, a more rational explanation to her is that creatures that come back from the dead are zombies and the reason people don't come back after they die is because zombies scare little kids and great-grammy doesn't want to scare her. So.... enter zombie Jesus.
Seriously.
My 6 year old believes that Jesus and zombies both come back from the dead, so he must be king of the zombies.
I take great pride in her reasoning and deduction, while realizing that she will not pass religion at St. Luke's if we let this idea gain any ground. I am currently actively soliciting any ideas to help my daughter not get expelled from first grade.
Aren't you glad I started blogging again?
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