At a rest stop in Montana we found this little road side chapel.
It was very picturesque and simple.
Just a few benches, a lectern, and a Bible.
The five year old (at the time) walked up to it and gazed out at the cross.
I would love to say that he was thinking really deep thoughts about the cross.
I would love to say that but...
He was probably just thinking about Cheetoes and wondering why he wasn't eating any at that exact moment.
Boy loves Cheetoes.