the boy understands more than me.


tonight in the car home
‘dad’
‘yes’
‘you know easter’
‘yes’
‘when god wore scratchy branches on his head.’
‘yes’
‘I think that was his saddest day… ever. The day he died.’
‘Yeah i guess so. but he came back.’
‘yeah he came back alive.’
pause
‘dad, do you think the day he became alive was his best day ever?’
‘yes probably. i think it would feel pretty good’
‘the best day ever?’
‘well probably top 10’
‘I think 50 out of 100 good, because his friends didn’t recognise him.’

You know i have never thought about that. The boy is amazing.