Three-year-old Seth had told his Sunday School teacher (Shelly) something ... her stomach hurt from laughing so hard. Their conversation went something like this:
“One day mommy and I were crossing the street. All the cars stopped for us because we were buffalo.”
“But why would all the cars think you and your mommy were buffalo?” He looked at her as if to say, “Why can’t you understand something so obvious?”
I told Shelly of our trip out West. When we were driving through Yellowstone National Park, we had to stop along with the rest of the traffic to allow a herd of buffalo to cross the highway. So our three-year-old Seth took it all in and told his teacher his interpretation.