the games children play…

… and the innocence of youth. I knew something was wrong when I saw one of my son’s friends anxiously running toward to me while my son, looking guilty, chased after him…

little boy: Thomas’s mom, Thomas keeps trying to cut off my head!

me: Tom, is this true? Are you trying to severe your friend’s head?

my son: We were just playing John the Baptist!

me: It’s not nice to decapitate your friends. Play nice!

my son: But mom, I WAS! HE got to be the martyr!!