Who Keeps You Safe?

"Mommy, I just saw a big truck by the sidewalk. We need to be safe," Tyler reminded me, from his post in the backseat.

I had been walking with him to our parking spot, so I can personally vouch for his safety. Still, never hurts to affirm.

"You are right. Who keeps you safe?"

"Um, Mommy."

"That's right. And who else?"

"Daddy."

"You're right. And who else?"

"Um, Mommy."

"Yes, Mommy does, again, but so does God."

"Right. God keeps me safe."

Ready to share the wealth of this learning moment, I said, "Tucker, who keeps you safe?"

"I would just like to be quiet right now."

Well, okay.

Fair enough. As long as you know, somewhere in your sweet little head.