At the breakfast table on Wednesday morning, Julianna raised her voice and announced, "Jack, I have a very serious question for you."The room fell silent (except for Viking flapping his ears).
"What is the truth? Where did God come from?"
Serious indeed.
LJ gave Julianna a quizzical look and promptly replied: "Nobody knows. Your question is denied!"
Ouch.
To provide some background, Julianna has been on this same tangent for a couple of weeks now ... repeatedly asking us how God came to be.
Obviously, I do not have the answer for her, so our conversations about it have been pretty vague, and apparently, unsatisfying.
LJ and Julianna ask us "deep" questions like this frequently -- but it always seems to be at the most random times. Kids have a knack for doing this, and it can lead to some pretty embarrassing moments for the parents.
I vividly recall (and I'm sure my parents do too), having dinner at a Chinese restaurant in North Raleigh when I was about 8 years old. We were dining with some friends, so my parents I sat at the opposite ends of a long, rectangular table.
Bored, I was reading through the drink menu and studying the names of the different offerings. One of the drinks had an illustration of a tiki-style cup (yes, this was actually a Chinese restaurant). I didn't recognize the name of the drink, so I shouted across the table for everyone to hear ...
"Mom, what's a Suffering Bastard?"
Just like when Julianna dropped her bombshell at the breakfast table on Wednesday, the entire restaurant became quiet. I had no idea what I had said, but the look on my Mom's face told me it wasn't good.
One of the reasons I started blogging was so that I would actually keep track of some of the "darndest things" my kids say. Their pure naivete is such a hallmark of childhood and one I wish we could preserve.
So, I hereby offer a virtual toast ... to LJ, Julianna and all the other accidental juvenile comedians. Raise your tiki cups and join me! Just be sure to watch your language.
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