It was Easter eve.
Katrianna, then five years old, announced that it was bedtime. She'd just completed a rapturous hopping-on-the-mattress performance of that Easter classic "So jump in bed and cover up your head 'cause the Easter Bunny comes tonight!" at a decibel level certain to scare off any bunnies within a 500 mile radius. Now she was desperate to turn out the lights & begin pretending to sleep.
Yet, as I tucked her in & kissed her goodnight, she asked,
"So Jesus had to die, right, so we could go to Heaven?"
"Yes," I answered.
But before I could elaborate, Mikaela added with dramatic import,
"Yeah, and because of the people who did that to Jesus..."
"Ohhh," said Katrianna, clutching her stuffed lemur a little tighter
while absorbing the implications. "You mean the doctors?"
"The doctors who were upset because they couldn't make any money with Jesus going around healing and curing everybody," explained Katrianna.
Obviously, Katrianna got a little mixed up on her impassioned play, didn't she?
Of course, it wasn't the doctors!
Nope, it was the insurance companies.
Note: My dad sold insurance for a living. Which led to his desire to impart to his children all that he'd gleaned from his hard-earned years of experience in the industry. So, what was that single golden nugget of wisdom? "Remember, kids, the surest way to throw away your money is to buy insurance policies!" Yep, rest insured, those health care reform school dropouts can be heelers.