Do Prisons Feed You?

Over lunch today my middlest announced she was going to be a missionary.  She plans to travel the world to tell people about Jesus and get imprisoned for it.  She wants to be sure to bring paper and pencils so she can write to people about God’s love and hopes that those delivering the messages won’t ruin them.

Not to be outdone, my seven-year-old interjected.  She says she will do everything the same except pack food so she doesn’t starve.  This gave our middlest—the one most likely to finish her meals—pause.  She looked at me intently.

“Do prisons feed you?”  I said that in the US they do.  Impressively, her eyes grew bigger.

“OK! We WILL need to pack some food, then!  Ramen, potatoes, and spaghetti!”