The Boy and the Girl Child have a lot of conversations. I admire and appreciate how they thoughtfully discuss nearly everything and I try really hard to stay out of what they talk about, unless one of them is saying something just really, really wrong. For example, when the Girl tried to tell the Boy that they used machine guns in the Spanish/American War, and I'm sorry, even I who is so not the history buff knew that was incorrect. No matter what the Cartoon Network depicts.
Lately? They have been engaging in very philosophical discussions about:
2) Jesus' dad, God
3) Was God Jesus' biological father? Or was Joseph?
5) Whether or not Jesus has a dog
(The consensus on #5? Yes. He must. Because dogs make people happy and Jesus? He's pretty darn happy. He's always smiling in those pictures)
On Sunday I heard them in the Girl's bedroom, talking in excited voices. I peeked my head in and they were reading Old Turtle. I know there is some "discussion" about this book, but I like it. I think it's a really beautiful way to explain God to children. Because, in my humble opinion, it's not that easy to explain.
They were also discussing Jesus. Particularly, (and I probably shouldn't admit this because I'll get a bunch of email from people about how awful I am and what a horrible person I am and how my children are being raised by heathens and we're all going to hell and whatnot), if Jesus farts or not.
The Girl felt he probably does.
The Boy felt that, no, he probably does not. Because Jesus is perfect and being perfect means you wouldn't fart.
"But everyone farts!" The Girl was explaining in her typical, exasperated way. "Even Daddy!"
(Daddy is not a good example by the way. I'll just leave it at that)
"Not everyone! Not Jesus!" Boy Child argued.
"He heals the sick Girl Child, he can squeeze his cheeks for a minute!"
Why we have so many farting conversations in my home, I will never know.
When I was a child I used to think about what I would ask God when I got to Heaven. All these things I never understood and what they would all mean. All my questions, answered.
I thought about it a lot as a kid.
I really hope they don't think about that.