Last January, when Little Ironman was barely four, he looked at me at breakfast one morning and commented, “Mommy, did you know that the angel Gabriel said to Mary, ‘You are going to have a baby and his name will be Jesus?'”
I looked at him blankly. It was still dark and weeks after Christmas. Little Ironman was eating a bowl of Cheerios. Where did this thought come from, I wondered. However, I did what any mother would do and answered, “I know.”
To this, LI put down his spoon, looked at me very seriously and replied, “Mommy, I don’t want Gabriel to come to our house.”
“Don’t worry, honey. If Gabriel comes to our house, I’ll lock the door (and throw away the key).”
“Good, and let’s hide in the basement too.”
At that point, I realized that he was getting something out of Sunday School.