Me: Whoa! What are you doing?
Sweet Cheeks: Mama! There’s grass growing in the garden. I want to hoe it for daddy.Me: You don’t need to do that. Daddy can till it another day.
Sweet Cheeks: No Mama. I want to hoe it for Daddy so he doesn’t have to till. I want to take his place, just like Jesus died and took my place.
I had no words after that.