Alex said tonight, "Why your legs red Dennis?" as I was getting the boys ready for bed. I was putting cream on Dennis' legs.
"Stop! God made that way!" was Dennis' response.
He quickly turned to me and followed up with, "Why did God make me with eczema? I don't like it."
I explained that sometimes things happen that I don't know the answer, but that it might just be that he is allergic to something. I told him that he could ask God himself one day.
"Is there anything else that you don't like about yourself that you think God did?" I asked Dennis.
"No. God made me perfect e'cept for my eczema," Dennis said matter-of-factly.
I love the mind of a child.