Sunday, November 04, 2007
Tonight, The Critical Wife called me upstairs where she and The Littlest Critic were in bed.
"We have some questions," I was informed.
"And they are?"
The Littlest Critic sat up in the semi-dark and asked, "When all the people die, will dinosaurs come back?"
I sat on the edge of the bed. "Hmm...that's a tough question. It's possible, but I don't think so."
"How do you know?" was the obvious and immediate challenge.
Before we could get into that debate, my wife relayed this story:
"We just finished our prayers and she asked, 'But isn't God dead?' I said, 'Well, um, God's sort of always there. Are you thinking of Jesus?' 'No,' she said, 'God. What happened to Jesus?' 'Well, he died, but then he got to go and live with God. So it's all right. I wish my Grandpa was here to explain all this to you. He's better at it than I am.' 'Is he dead? Is he living with God and Jesus?' 'Yes,' I told her. She thought about this, then she asked, 'When all the people die, will dinosaurs come back?' I need help when she's asking things like this."
"Oh, you're doing okay," I told my wife. "Now, both of you to bed. It's bed time."
The Littlest Critic sat up and said, "When all the people die, the dinosaurs will come back, and when all the dinosaurs die, the people will come back."
"Yes, I suppose," I said. "Good night."
Image lifted from Nietzsche Family Circus, which is just plain brilliant.
Posted by The Critic at 11/04/2007 08:30:00 PM