Before settling down to sleep last night Flynn asked how many days until Christmas. When I told her she exclaimed, "45 days until God's birthday!" Then she ruefully added, "How many will He be?"
As in, how old is God.
I told her I didn't know the answer and that was a good question to ask one of our parish priests next time they came to her classroom.
As in, how old is God.
I told her I didn't know the answer and that was a good question to ask one of our parish priests next time they came to her classroom.
I wonder what his reply will be and if our priests will start cringing every time my children want to ask them a question. Evan still hasn't gotten an answer regarding his query.
(I happen to like these questions. I want my kids to be able to inquire and educate themselves, even if those questions may seem weird or silly. It shows me that Evan and Flynn are using their brains and not just following blindly; that they are creative thinkers. I don't want that individualism quashed. I encourage it.)
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I love that their minds are still so untainted. They can come up with these awesome questions and ideas because they're still innocent and not jaded by the world.
There's hope for the future yet!
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