A conversation with my almost-5-year-old son this morning:
"Mom, I wonder how Jesus made the world."
"Do you know how he made the world?"
"No, I don't."
"Well, Mom. Maybe when we die we should ask him."
"Yep. I think that's a great idea. That's the first thing I want to ask when I die."
"Well, I think he used a ginormous potion."
For those of you that know me well, you will see my delight in this conversation. Just last night I had a discussion with a friend about science and evolution. You don't even want to get me started. But I really do plan on signing up for Creation 101 first thing when I hit the other side. Are there prerequisites, I wonder? Anyway, I'm thrilled that my almost-5-year-old son wonders how this world came to be. And I'm equally thrilled that his sense of fantasy and imagination makes a potion creation completely plausible.
Then a few moments later:
"Mom. Will you get me a potionmaker with a dog on the box for my birthday?"
"Why do you want a potion with a dog on it?"
"Well, Mom. Just go to a store that you can see a potion and get it for me for my birthday, okay Mom?"
Do you get the feeling he's got an ulterior motive?