I overheard this conversation in my kitchen this afternoon . . .
Daddy: Do you want cinnamon on your toast?
Hosanna (4): Cement?
Daddy: No, cinnamon. Cement is what is on the floor in the basement. Cinnamon is a spice.
Zion (4): Cinnamon is what we do against God?
Daddy: No, sin is what we have in our lives that Jesus cleans us from.
Zion (4): No, you use the word sin to spell cinnamon.
Daddy: No cinnamon is spelled c.i.n. not s.i.n.
Kids are so precious when they are trying to figure out the world we live in. I could tell Daddy was trying really hard to keep a straight face.