The boys and I were sitting in the family room, each child doing their own schoolwork. Meanwhile, Ruthie was busily spreading blankets and pillows on the floor in the middle of the room.

One of the boys asked what she was doing. She said she just finished bringing the baby to the doctor and dropping Jake off at Science Olympiad, and now she was making the bed.

She then proceeded to go around the room, assigning roles to everyone: she was the mommy, Peter was the daddy, Jake, Jeremy and I were the brothers. Derek, wondering where he fit into this Ruthie-role-play, asked who he was.

Ruth exclaimed, “You’re Jesus!”

No pressure, there, buddy.