i was in the store while sylas and his uncle daniel were in the car waiting for me. pointing to the crucifix hanging from the rear-view mirror, uncle daniel asks sylas to tell him about jesus. sylas furrows his brow and ponders for a moment...
"owies... hands... feet."
"oh, jesus has owies on his hands and feet?"
"jesus has bees on his hands and feet?"
"bees, owies... jesus."
"what else do you know about jesus?"
sylas ponders the tiny image and then announces, "undies!"
"oh, jesus is wearing undies?"
he looks again and then corrects himself, "no... nappie."