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Sunday, July 18, 2010

Conversations with God

We had a bit of a tragedy at our house. I accidentally closed a little bird in our hot garage and he/she perished. This led to a long discussion on our stroller walk this morning.

I, of course, could not play the part of Mommy. I was asked to play the part of God. I feel a bit blasphemous when she asks me to do this, but I try my best to answer in a loving, kind, non-stick-in-a-lesson-about-why-we-should-pick-up-after-ourselves-kind-of-way.


(deep God-like voice) Yes, my child?

A birdie died in our garage today. Mommy closed him in and he was too hot and he died.

I'm so sorry that that happened to the birdie and to you.

It happened to Mommy too.

Oh yes, I'm sorry for Mommy too.

But it didn't happen to Daddy. He was at work.

Yes, I know. I'm not sorry for Daddy right now.

But you can be sorry for him when he gets home from work.

Yes, I will. I will be very sorry for Daddy.

Okay, goodbye now, God.

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