My daughter is babysitting the daughter of the contractor for my roof. This child is six years old, but with the voice of a 40-year-old, two-pack-a-day woman. She has been telling us about Vacation Bible School.
"OK, so we were learning about the Jewish army?" she said, between bites of her popcorn chicken. "And we had to make this wall? By, you know, climbing on top of each other? And I had this kid on my back, and let me tell you..." and she paused for effect, "I thought I was gonna lose it. And we just..." and she flung her arms out, "collapsed!"
She ate thoughtfully for a few moments.
"Then, instead of being the wall, we were the Jewish army, marching around the wall. But instead of marching," she whispered conspiratorially, "we started to skip. It was hilarious!"
Moving on to her coleslaw, she began to describe a song they'd done with gestures. "It starts like, 'Jesus,'" and she touched each palm with the opposite middle finger, and her voice trailed off as she raised her hands above her head, and then brought them back in front of her in a gesture of prayer. "I know the motions, but not so much the words," she said. "But the other kids... man, they were singing and rocking out. It was crazy!"