Jacob’s monologue at after school club the other day (be sure to read very fast without allowing room for anyone else to break in and actually say something–just like you would if you were 7 years old):
“Ms. Becky? Can I go into that room to pray? I just need to talk to Jesus. We need a secret place for me to pray. Maybe we could put it behind this wall. Hey! We need to get some construction people in here. They could make this wall longer and hollower. They could put a secret code on it. It could be 6237*–that’s my lunch number. Tell them it’s okay if they use that.”
*this lunch number has been changed.