Simple Answers to Simple Questions
There are times (not many of them) when I wish we were a religious family. It would certainly make a few things easier.
For instance, when a kid in a religious family asks: "Daddy where did people come from?" you can answer simply: "God made us". When the kid in a religious family asks: "Daddy, where did the sky and the earth come from?" you can answer: "God made them". When the religious kid asks: "Where did Nana go when she died?" you can answer: "To heaven to be with God and Jesus".
Not so fast pseudo-atheistic, neo-agnostic weirdo boy. No, my belief system includes the philosophy: "You live, you learn, you die, you feed the worms, thank you for playing."
That means I'm required to have long, detailed discussions about The Big Bang, and gravity condensing spinning balls of gasses & cosmic dust and convergent and divergent evolution; complete with a mini dissertation on Natural Selection. And I have to have these conversations with a very inquisitive five-year-old while driving to Kindergarten. The boy then feels compelled to share these little chats verbatim with his teacher and his friends' parents. Needless to say, I get more than my fair share of - shall we say odd - looks from the other adults associated with Kindergarten.
Oh, and he loves the traffic reports on the radio. He's particularly fascinated by traffic problems on the Deerfoot Trail. I have no idea why so don't ask.
For instance, when a kid in a religious family asks: "Daddy where did people come from?" you can answer simply: "God made us". When the kid in a religious family asks: "Daddy, where did the sky and the earth come from?" you can answer: "God made them". When the religious kid asks: "Where did Nana go when she died?" you can answer: "To heaven to be with God and Jesus".
Not so fast pseudo-atheistic, neo-agnostic weirdo boy. No, my belief system includes the philosophy: "You live, you learn, you die, you feed the worms, thank you for playing."
That means I'm required to have long, detailed discussions about The Big Bang, and gravity condensing spinning balls of gasses & cosmic dust and convergent and divergent evolution; complete with a mini dissertation on Natural Selection. And I have to have these conversations with a very inquisitive five-year-old while driving to Kindergarten. The boy then feels compelled to share these little chats verbatim with his teacher and his friends' parents. Needless to say, I get more than my fair share of - shall we say odd - looks from the other adults associated with Kindergarten.
Oh, and he loves the traffic reports on the radio. He's particularly fascinated by traffic problems on the Deerfoot Trail. I have no idea why so don't ask.
posted by Todd at 8:18 p.m.
5 Comments:
Oh this sounds like it is leading up to a great Kaden story :) What did he ask now?
Why do you have to make it so complicated. Just say, "Anyone who dies lives in your heart forever."
That is where my mother lives, and I can talk to her whenever I want.
Now, if she starts answering me, I might be in trouble.
Can we expect an update sometime this century? I miss stories about Kaden. You should write down these things he asks as they are something to save.
You are not!!! Tell me you don't enjoy watching "the kill". Are you a hunter? Do you hunt for your food?
I bet not. Hey, I invested in these owls. I can take down a racoon in a second. This is war.
Tell me this. Did you get to see a Zebra cut down by a lion while you were there? And where are all my bird photographs. I am waiting.
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