Jesus & the Red Sox

I was gone from Thursday to Saturday night late. When I finally made it home, Sam was in bed. His stomach was giving him "bathroom problems". He awoke at 3 am & I helped him. He was miserable. Before returning him to bed, I held him for a bit. We hadn't seen each other for three days which to him is an eternity. A sleepy head raised up off of my chest and groggily said, "Dad, we like the Red Sox the best". "Well" I replied, "We actually like Jesus the best." He blinked a long blink then laid his head back on my chest. The he whispered, "Dad, I bet Jesus likes the Red Sox!"
I love that kid.