This morning, in keeping with scriptural commands, I was rehearsing the story of Passover with my children--er, youngest Jewish child, to be exact.
Joel was snuggling up to me on the sofa as I read from Exodus each of the ten plagues.
When I got to the gnats, I described how pesky they are when they swarm your face. "God sent a plague of gnats on all of Egypt which is almost all desert," I told my son. "He turned all the sand into gnats. Honey, can you imagine going to the beach and, instead of sand, all you see everywhere are gnats?!"
He wrinkled his nose and said, "Eww, so the people had to make gnat castles instead?"