So I come downstairs to check e-mail after dinner only to hear, not five minutes after the post-meal lull, the quick rumble of little feet on the wood floors above my head—followed by the screams: "Look, Mama! I found God! I found the God that made me! I found him! I found him! I found him in my room!"
It's good to know that if I ever need HIM, he's probably buried beneath a pile of stuffed animals and plastic dolls and stray Lego pieces next to the fish tank.
So, don't keep us in suspense: What does He look like?
(Our kid thinks of "the Lord Above" as a "little ghost," as per his understanding of the song by the White Stripes.)
Posted by: Jason | November 12, 2007 at 08:34 PM
Jason: much as I was hoping he'd look like either a Mystery Tramp (or even Napoleon in Rags), it turns out he's a graven image—specifically, a 6" x 4" board book of Bible Stories.
Posted by: minnesotaj | November 12, 2007 at 08:47 PM
I guess I figured God probably looked something like Sun Ra.
Posted by: Wyl | November 12, 2007 at 09:25 PM