Don't worry

Carter seems to be on a God kick lately.

Last night we were in his bed reading his new dinosaur book.  His bedroom wall is a shared wall with our neighbor's living room.  I heard what seemed to be our neighbor messing around with some electric plugs or something, and tapping on the wall, and I said, "What's that?"

To which Carter responded, "Don't worry, Mommy.  That's just God."

We're not a religious family.  I grew up Jewish, and my husband grew up an unaffiliated Christian, but I want to introduce the idea of religion to Carter, and he seems to be really receptive to it.

I think it's time to start taking him to church and synagogue...

P.U.

Mommy, did you know that a jellyfish stinks?

That's "stings", baby, not "stinks".

That guy

We were in the car the other day and had the following conversation:

Carter: Mommy, who's that guy at church?
Me: What guy? The priest?
Carter: The priest? Hmm. Maybe.
Me: Or do you mean the man at shul?  The rabbi?
Carter:  Oh, I know!  It's God.

A minute later...

Carter:  Where is God?
Me: He's everywhere but He lives above the clouds.
Carter:  (looking out the car window) I don't see any houses up there!

And that was our theological conversation for the day.