As some of you may know Lent just started. When the boys came back from Sunday school last weekend, we asked them about it.
“I know!” my oldest said. “I know the story of Lent!”
“The story of Lent?”
To be honest, I don’t know the “story of Lent.” I mean, I know what Lent is and why it is, but it’s not exactly a story. “Really?” I asked. “What’s the story of Lent?”
“Well,” he said. “My teacher, actually she’s a substitute not the real teacher. Cause the real teacher wasn’t there. Instead it was a substitute.”
“Okay,” I nodded.
“She said that Lent lasts days starting with four and one boy said fourteen and another said four and I said forty.”
We looked at each other for a moment before I realized he was finished. “That’s the story of Lent?”
He nodded. “Yep. That’s it!”
“The story is that your substitute teacher said Lent lasts a number of days starting with four and you said forty?”
“Yep. Oh, and it ends at Easter.”
“Ah,” I said. “Of course.”
“Yeah, of course it does.”
Except I don’t think it actually does… Oh well.