As we’re drifting off to sleep, Max was chattering away (incessantly, as usual). I was getting irritated until he said, “Mommy, if you talk to Jesus and you listen real close, you can hear him in your heart.” MY heart was melting. Then he continued, “But I think my religion teacher’s crazy; ’cause I talked to him all day and I ain’t heard nothin’.” Maybe Jesus’ ears are as tired as mine! GO TO SLEEP, MAX!