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I just told Lauren to use her eyes the way God intended when she asked where her spoon was when it was right there, right there, darn it, and then paused and thought about how non-religious we are, before asking idly, "Lauren, do you even know who God is?"
She said no and I shrugged and walked away, not feeling up to explaining it to a six-year old with ice cream to eat and bedtime approaching.
She considered it a moment longer and then called out after me: "God isn't in my class, Mommy. He really isn't."
I cracked up. Totally.
She said no and I shrugged and walked away, not feeling up to explaining it to a six-year old with ice cream to eat and bedtime approaching.
She considered it a moment longer and then called out after me: "God isn't in my class, Mommy. He really isn't."
I cracked up. Totally.