I found myself singing some random kid’s song while I was unloading the dryer one day last week with some line about “up she rises” in it. Mercy was in the dining room and shouted to me:
“No, mommy, it’s a HE.”
“What’s a he?” I asked her, confused.
“The sun. The sun is a HE!”
“How do you know the sun is a he?” I asked, somewhat amused and certainly curious.
“Because it is in the BIBLE, mommy,” she said in that “duh mom” tone.
“Where does it say that in the Bible, Mercy?” I asked, really curious at this point.
“JESUS, mommy. Jesus is a BOY. Jesus is the sun of God.”