In the car this weekend, Miska told Wyatt and Seth they needed to keep the noise in check when they got home.
"Why?" Seth asked.
"Because dad's studying," Miska answered.
"Why is he studying?"
"Well," Miska explained, "he's studying for a sermon."
"Oh…" Seth murmered, contemplating some ephemeral mystery before finishing: "Dad's the best pastor in the world."
The wheels were turning…
"You know," Seth added soberly, "Dad's like God to me."
There was no way that Wyatt, ever the stickler, was going to let this pass unchecked. "Well, maybe God's helper."
"Yeah," Seth said, reconsidering, "he still sins."
Children splatter extravagant love, unlike we adults who fastidiously measure our responses so as not to get carried away. Children also blurt out the truth, reminding us – whenever we get a little big for our britches – that we're not nearly so much the stuff as we pretend. Thank God for the children.