The Man That Had Blood

Please excuse the morbid title of this post, but that was the title of a story Wyatt started rattling off to me the other day.  It all started when he found a coloring page of the story of the Good Samaritan that I was printing off for my lesson this Sunday.  He colored it and asked if I wanted to hear the story about it, which, of course, I said yes.  This story went a good 5 minutes and was filled with drama and excitement.  Sadly, it wasn't until the last minute or so that I glanced and saw my camera nearby.  I had to be very sneaky, because I knew the minute Wyatt discovered I would be recording him, the story would end.  So I acted like I was cleaning the camera and just holding it, while it taped the dramatic ending to Wyatt's story, "That Man That Had Blood."