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The ultimate sacrifice

Posted: December 9th, 2009 | Author: Jacky | Filed under: Observed and overheard | 1 Comment »

An e-mail from my mom about what the puppy has been up to:

Subject: Zoe ate baby Jesus
yeah, she did. the little tiny baby that was glued inside an acorn…one of you girls made it. I used it every year in the advent calendar to count down the days. destroyed. and it was hanging up on the side of the bar.

My response: that’s just like jesus, sacrificing himself for others.

Is Zoe trying to tell us she’s an atheist?

One Comment on “The ultimate sacrifice”

1 Alice Hill said at 7:27 PM on December 9th, 2009:
Jacky, Lots of thinking going on in that head of yours. As in the past, “you can do anything that you set your mind to”.

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