The other night I was reading the Easter book to Reed (his choice of course). When we came to the page where the soldiers took Jesus away he gently put his little hand on my arm and said:

Mom, stop. When I become a crocodile I will BITE those soldiers and they will not hurt Jesus.

You can’t make this stuff up.

*as I was telling Randy this story he told me that the night before he had the same conversation with Reed during the Easter book. But this time Reed grew up to be a dragon and not a crocodile.