a comic, tragic loss

Leaving church tonight, Dennis announced that he was now Optimus Prime (he has discovered the Transformers). He ran around, striking superhero poses, clearing our path of any evil that might have been lurking. We were attempting to herd little Optimus safely through the parking lot to the car. David yelled for him to stop as he was running full speed toward the road. He stopped abruptly, right when he got to the ramp off the sidewalk and struck a pose. He looked both ways and ran across the street and stopped in front of our car. I asked him what was going on, and he replied "my listening ears broke." Not that they were always reliable, those listening ears, but I will certainly miss them! Perhaps we can find a new pair.

Dennis learned about "Zacchesus" (Zacchaeus) this morning at Sunday School and told us all about how he climbed the tree to see Jesus. He presented us with a sheet of paper with a very large "Z" drawn on it and told us the story. I'm glad he retained that knowledge long enough to tell the story to our dining companions this evening at church (because we spent the afternoon reading the Transformers book and I was afraid his brain was full of Autobots and Decepticons). He's such a boy!!