God is Nice

It was a most beautiful day today. The sun was truly shining for the first time in 10 days, so Jack and I decided to make the most of it and share a plate of nachos on our driveway. As we were sitting there watching the squirrels run around our yard, Jack (who has become quite fond of asking questions) asked me very randomly, “Mom, where are my bones?” So, I had him feel his leg and knee and told him that the hard part was his bone under the skin. He proceeded to ask me, pointing to his arm, “and this is my skin?”  To which I answered yes. And here is the series of questions that followed:
Jack: “Why does our friend have an owie on their skin.”
Me: “I am not sure, but we could pray for him.”
Jack: “How does he make his skin get better?”
Me: “We pray for him and God heals his skin.”
Jack: “How does God make his skin healed?” (very good question by the way)
Me: “Well, Jesus died on the cross to take away our sin and heal us of anything that makes us sick or hurt.”
Jack: (with great expression) “Well, that was really nice of God.”