Clarify and then explain again . . . and again!

For several weeks, as a preface to our evening Rosary, my husband had been reading stories from the Old Testament to our four children. My younger daughter had been absorbing it all, even more than we imagined. We were getting ready for the day and talking about the upcoming Easter celebrations. My daughter suddenly demanded, “So when are we going to sprinkle our door with lamb’s blood?” I explained that this was done at the first Passover when the Jews were trying to get the Pharaoh to let them leave Egypt. “Well, if we celebrate Passover, shouldn’t we get some lamb’s blood and sprinkle our door just in case?” My daughter continued. Trying to bring this line of thought to a conclusion, I said, “We don’t celebrate Passover because we aren’t Jewish.” My then-little girl's eyes bulged in surprise and she clapped her hand to her head in dismay and exclaimed, “We’re not Jewish? I thought we were Jewish.” At six years old, my daughter seemed to be religiously challenged. I remember jokingly remarking to my husband that I hoped there was some kind of federal funding available.