The other day, as we were driving around town, Felicity asked me, "Mama, where did my hands come from?"
"Uh, you were born with them," said I. Then, trying to get a little more mileage out of the question, "Jesus made them."
And then I used my own to scratch my head and wonder about this odd bit of self-consciousness.
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