As a five year old, there's a lot to figure out. "Dad, do animals die before you eat them?" to which I reply "I sure hope so." To her, anything with barbecue sauce on it is synonymous with "ribs", including today's lunch which was chicken wings. She asks, "What animal are ribs made out of?" (Um, they're chicken wings.)
Mrs. Nod patiently explained that ribs are a part of the animal's body, not a particular animal, and that even people have ribs. This led to a wandering discussion between Wynken, Blynken, and Nod-girl on how we should not eat people and the possible gruesome effects of laughing disease if you did. (Honest, I'm not making this up.)
Nod-girl looked thoughtful for a second and then declared:
"But God is a person, and Jesus is a person, and we eat their bloods."Heh, who says the girl's not catechized?