My son and I are in the car going to school:
“Daddy, we shouldn’t lie because God and Jesus are up there watching us,” said the prince.
“Is that right?” I replied, curious.
“Yeah. She is watching and will punish you if you lie.”
“She?”
“Yeah, God.” I think sometimes my son marvels at my inability to follow simple trains of thought. But he is patient with his old dad.
I am thoughtful of this weighty info I am getting. My son goes to a catholic school, so I am inclined to ask:
“In the bible, is God a he or a she?”
“I think a she because when God is drawn in the bible, she has a long blue dress.”
“The Gown?”
“Yeah.”
“Hm. But don’t priests in church wear gowns too?”
My denseness is starting to annoy him.
“Daddy,” he explains patiently. “You know God created everything – trees, flowers and people, right?”
“Right.”
“It is not boys who create beautiful things and people. Its girls. Like the way I came from mummy’s stomach!”
And then we got to school and he bounded out of the car before I could take that in.
