Ruth recently develops a very unusual fondness in Bible. She runs with the little book around the house whole day, never neglecting even during intense play. She asked me on many nights to read those tiny words, and she sleeps with it.
It begins to worry me a little. I mean, who can interpret the scripture correctly?
Up to date, I have never told a single verse to her. Maybe is our helper. Maybe is her brother, who is really fond of the children Bible. I guess it is now inevitable that I start reading to her.