The local Catholic Church, St Thomas More, periodically decorates one of the hillocks on the edge of its parking lot with several dozen small white crosses, I’m fairly certain (based on info they’ve posted earlier) that it’s to commemorate aborted children.
So we’re driving down the road last week, and Katherine asks, “Why do they have all those crosses there?”
Now, Katherine is 7. I really don’t think going into the facts, let alone the nuances, the moral quandaries, the politics, the religious debate, of the abortion question is appropriate, let alone useful.
“Um … I’m not sure.” When in doubt, don’t lie, plead ignorance.
“I think I know.”
“Yes?” Egad — what has who been telling her about all this?
“It’s a spooky graveyard for Halloween!”
Sure. I can go for that.