I just had a conversation with my three-year old that is too deja vu not to document (and is nearly identical to my very first post):
I'm typing on the computer while Zack balances on one of my knees, chatting on and on as he points to the directions that came with a Spiderman toy. All at once he manually turns my face to his, one sticky hand on each cheek.
"Is Spiderman real?" he asks.
"No, Sweetie, Spiderman is pretend," I answer.
Zack's eyes go wide and looks like I've told him he'll be going to Princess School this summer. "No, no, no," he says. "Spiderman is not pretend."
Remembering the duplicate conversation with Kaleb three years ago when he was just Zack's age, I ask, "What is Jesus. Real or pretend?"
Zack looks at me like it's a trick question, like he can't give Jesus the dignity of being real if Spiderman isn't.
"Spiderman is real," he says instead, strategically ignoring my question.
"What about Jesus?"
"Jesus is pretend! Spiderman is real. I like his movies."
I shake my head, recognizing just how alike my two boys are. Now if only Jesus would shot webs in a feature film, He'd have a fan. Uhm, make that TWO fans...