Baby Tess was teething and fussy. Alex had his feet up in the air and his head down on the ground at one point. So when my three year old, Maria said "Mama!" I didn't immediately turn around. I sort of figured that some sibling was poking her with a hymnal.
Maria said it again. "MAMA! Let's go save Him!"
In my kid's mind, this passion play was real and describing a new event. My determined Maria had already jumped down off her pew and was about to race up the center aisle. She wanted my help to get those men to stop hurting "her Jesus."