So, we are eating breakfast and talking about the back deck. (We are in the process of having our old decks torn down and replaced with new ones). The conversation goes somethign like this...
Mommy, where is our porch?
It is being torn down so a new one can be made.
Oh...(few second pause) who is making it.
Rick and a few of his friends
He's the man that came to our house when we ate dinner?
Yep, that's him
Mommy, God made me.
Yep, God sure did.
(Quite a long pause)
Who made God? Where is he?
I always knew these questions would be asked---but who would have thought that our deck construction would spark teh question. Kids make the MOST random connections
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