Yesterday my kid’s CCD class had their open house. I ate cookies and drank punch while the little dude showed the Wife around the room and pointed out all the crafts he had made throughout the year. They look at some stuff, then move on. The next family to look at that same section has a little girl who said “That one looks angry.”
That grabbed my attention. I see several little paper cutouts of kids stuck to a bulletin board. I wander over. I see a bunch of standard, happy little kid cutouts…
…and one screaming with rage.
And, of course, it’s my kid. I’m half surprised the clothes weren’t stained with the blood of his enemies.
I was going to ask him about it, but I have a feeling he’d say he was fleeing in terror from Zombie Jesus. Then we’d both be in trouble.