A friend posted this exchange with her son, and it's too beautiful not to share. I've edited it a bit, and left out all the identifying details, but it's her own true story.
The little boy, having already experienced a busy and exciting Easter even before the church service began, was weary, and rested in his mother's arms. His attention wandered to one of the Stations of the Cross pictures on the nearby wall.
"What's that picture? Is that Jesus? Who's holding him?"
"That's Mary, his mama. She held him after he died on the cross."
"Mamas always hold their little boys."
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