Grace: Mommy, I am right handed, right?
Me: Yes, you are right handed.
Grace: What "handed" are you?
Me: I am left handed.
Grace: Why are some people one way and some people the other? How does it happen?
Me: Well, it's just the way you were born. Some people are born left handed but most people are born right handed.
Grace: That is not true.
Me: What?? Why would you think that is not true?
Grace: Nana (my mother) told me what really happens.
Me: Really. Well, what really happens then?
Grace: Well, see, you go to this class and learn about Jesus. Then, they make you be right handed. You are right handed because the Jesus class makes you be right handed.
Me: Well, I am sure that is not what Nana said. Jesus, I am sure, does not care what hand you use.
Grace: Yes sir! That is the truth.
Me: hmmmm.
So, I call my mother and ask her what, in the name of right handed fiesta Jesus, she told her grand daughter. Apparently the conversation revolved around my Dad going to Catholic school and how those mean nuns hit left handed kids with a ruler until they wrote right handed.
However, in our house, Jesus makes you right handed. And that, is that.
