S: Do I deserve my bike, Mommy?
Me: Well, actually, none of us really deserve anything good.
S: Why?
Me: Because we are all sinners who can do no good apart from God.
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S: Well, do you deserve one thing, Mommy.
M: What’s that?
S: A special kind of love from me. (Hug)
(singing along to “True Colors”)
Me: I see your true colors, S.
S: I don’t have any colors!
Me: Yes you do! Everyone does.
S: Does Cubby? His color is brown!
Me: Your true colors aren’t the colors you are on the outside–they’re all the colors on your inside, in your heart, that make you beautiful.
S: Cubby’s heart is blue!
Me: Why?
S: Because he wants a pickle and we don’t have any.
glorious ruins 