In The Name of Jesus Christ, Amen

This morning at The Emerald City, little S. didn't want to eat her Cheerios.  A tired Miss W. told her that all she had was Cheerios.

S. did NOT want the Cheerios.  She threw them on the floor.

Me:  "Hey, did you know Cheerios are magic?  If you put them on your tongue, they'll dissolve in a while."

The little angel's pal L. looked up at me solemnly with her deep brown eyes.  "Yes, we should eat Cheerios," she said.

She fixed S. with her dark gaze.

L.:  "You should eat your Cheerios, S.  Jesus died on the cross."

That L. She takes no prisoners.