Dear little C has been asking me a ton of questions about God lately. His thoughts seem to start turning as soon as we drop little R off at school in the morning and start driving down the road. It is so cute and innocent. I love having these conversations.
He usually asks the same ones, “Mommy, did God make the trees?” I usually reply, “What do you think?” (Mainly because we have discussed this many time, and I know he knows the answer.) “Mommy, who made the clouds? Who made the buildings?” And, on and on…
Then, “Mommy, God made me and Randy. Did I come in the same box as Randy?”
Okay, it was all I could do to stop from giggling. “Box???? ” I said to little C. “Honey, you didn’t come in a box, you grew in my belly just like little baby J is.” “Ooohhh!” he says. Then complete silence for the rest of the drive.