Yesterday we had another family barbeque at my uncle's house with the young cousins.
Our No. 3 and my uncle's No. 3 (a five-year-old boy) had the following exchange:
SMALL_No.3: God is dead.
BIG_No.3: Why do you say that?
SMALL_No.3: If He's not dead, how'd He get to heaven?
They had quite an extensive discussion afterward, during which BIG_No.3 showed great wisdom and was stretched in new directions.
My cousins and No. 6 make me more than a little apprehensive about the intellectual challenge of parenting.
At least it won't be boring.
Our No. 3 and my uncle's No. 3 (a five-year-old boy) had the following exchange:
SMALL_No.3: God is dead.
BIG_No.3: Why do you say that?
SMALL_No.3: If He's not dead, how'd He get to heaven?
They had quite an extensive discussion afterward, during which BIG_No.3 showed great wisdom and was stretched in new directions.
My cousins and No. 6 make me more than a little apprehensive about the intellectual challenge of parenting.
At least it won't be boring.
(Grandchildren-wise, these are No. 1 and No. 10. When she's old enough to think about it, she'll think I'm ancient.)
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She may be old enough to think about it already. Look at that face.
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