Cinders?

Last night I was working in my weaving room. Hannah sat on the floor quietly playing. She often keeps me company. Suddenly she stopped her little game, looked up towards me and asked, "What are cinders?"

Hmm, what a strange question, I thought to myself, I wonder where this is going? So I decided to dig a little deeper into the four year old mind to see what she was thinking before I answered her question. "What do you mean?"

"What are cinders?" she repeated herself a little more insistently. Com'mon mom, it's not THAT hard to understand what I'm saying.

"Where did you hear that word?"

"At cubbies. While we were yet cinders..."Her voice trailed off.

"AHHH," I exclaimed. Cubbies was the key to unlock her mind. She was thinking about Awana at my sister's church. "You mean Sinners. While we were yet sinners." I then proceeded to explain the word to her.

After a brief pause as she digested this, she asked, "Well then, what ARE cinders?"

I replied, "They're the rocks they put on the road when it snows and ices so that the cars don't slip."

A visual picture must have been forming in her mind because she started to crack up. "That'd be silly. People can't be rocks." she said to herself as she began to shake her head and continued the private conversation, "ahh," Hannah sighed. "While we were yet cinders. How silly."