After the boys took their bath tonight, I decided to clip all their nails. Each waited patiently as the other had his turn. When it was John Stephen's turn he asked which hand I was clipping and I told him it was his left.
Then Benjamin put out his pointer finger and thumb and said, "This is an L so this is my left hand. Why does my left hand make an L?"
"That's just the way you're made," I told him.
Then John Stephen started looking at his hand and arm. "Who made this?" he asked.
"God made your arm, along with the rest of your body," I told him.
"Where God made this arm?" he asked.
"Probably in Heaven, John Stephen," Benjamin answered.
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