No Talking

"Mommy, we don't talk about Jesus," Jory announced, while we were driving around town.

Uh, what?! What did he just say? I must have misunderstood him. "I'm sorry, Jory, Mommy didn't hear you. What did you say?"

"I said, we don't talk about Jesus," he repeated loud and clear.

Nope. I hadn't misunderstood. "Jory, we talk about Jesus- -"

"No," Jory said, shaking his head. "We don't talk about Jesus on Fridays because of AWANA."

Gotcha. "You mean we don't have devotional time on Fridays because you have it at AWANA."

"Yes," he answered, as if his statement hadn't been the least bit confusing or misleading.

The way the minds of six-year-olds work.