This worked the first time I did it with our seven-year-old, so I decided to try it again. To talk about the difference between what God makes and what people make.
We made a Paper People. His shirt had to be green, of course. Eyes too. Quickly, Paper Gavin got a broken arm, a gashed leg, and a slit neck. Paper Gavin still guards the fridge, getting his foot trapped in the freezer drawer every time a popsicle is retrieved.
Mommy, wearing the perpetual teacher hat, is ready to ask, “So what does Paper Gavin eat? How is he different than God’s Gavin?” Finally, God’s Gavin bluntly retorts, “Stop, Mommy.”
Okay. . . .