I wrote this over two years ago, but it is still shockingly the same. Last week, during a fit of anger, Emily started cursing the object of her ire....using Greek Gods. Between this power, and her training in how to survive the zombie Apocalypse, it becomes clear that I am grooming my replacement.
On Friday, Emily went with a friend to a Christian "club" for kids. Apparently, they play games and hear Bible type stories. The plan was for me to pick the girls up from school - get them fed, and the father of the friend would pick them up at 6:30, take them to the club, and then return them afterwards for a sleepover.
Emily had already announced to the friend that Mom and Dad didn't "do" church. I have to suffer the pitying glance of a nine year old who, I'm sure, is calculating my descent into hell postmortem.
But hey. I'm no religious bigot. If Emily wants to go and check these things out, no problem. She has attended church with her grandmothers and aunts, so she has a vague inkling of the rituals.
This morning, after the friend had gone home, I asked Emily how she liked the church club.
"It was pretty good", she said.
"Oh. What did you learn?"
"Well, God touched people with lepers and they were healed."
I pause. As a former Roman Catholic, I know my Bible stories.
"I think it was Jesus, honey - and the people WERE lepers. They had Leprosy and Jesus isn't god."
She pauses. "Who was Jesus then, if he isn't God?"
"Well - he is the son of God."
She takes this in. "So Where does Mary come into this?"
"She is Jesus' mother - and God was his father."
She stares off pondering the union between invisible spirit and Human.
"So Jesus is half God, half mortal?"
I raise my eyebrows. "Yeah. I guess you could say that he was."
Her expression smooths into understanding.
"Just like Hercules."