The things kids say...

So, this weekend I walked into the used bookstore at the West Seattle junction, and I hear this kid say "Hey Dad, isn't that the crazy Jesus lady?!". I glance around the shop (pretty much just us and the shopkeeper), at the kid staring at me, and finally at the dad who was beet red and not-so-subtly shushing the kid. It was pretty funny, and I gave the dad a smile. I didn't say anything to them, but I did think: Even though I wasn't their "crazy Jesus lady", I do love Jesus, and in some ways I am a little crazy. Hmm.