Every now and then, laying in bed at night before drifting off to sleep, these questions come. Sometimes, there are answers.
Rama: Did god make everything? Me: Yes Rama: What about the land of the giants? Did god make that too? Me: Yes Rama: A different god? Me: Yes Rama: Tsk. There aren't enough gods. Forever. Me: What do you mean? Rama: If this god made this, then who made that god? And that god? And it's forever. Me: Hmmm. Rama: I know! There was this one big god. And he made all the other gods.
I walked Rama to school today. It snowed all night (I think). So this morning, we had to trudge through knee-deep snow. Some parts of our walk were clear and easy; others less so. Basically, it was tiring. Rama was a trooper - would never complain. Except for this: Rama: Whoa! I'm so tired, I'm getting duling.
Sunday afternoon was a dance party downtown. In one of the adult clubs that this kids-events' group hijacked and turned into a kids' venue. (They tried). Dark interiors, crowded halls, funny strobes, costumes, loud music - I was too old, the kids were too young, something wasn't working. Anyway, my friend and I ducked out to a nearby Starbucks for some peace and quiet. This starbucks was in a bookstore. It got Rama confused a bit - every Sunday, we meet her dad at a bookstore. So she asked, Is my dad here? I said, No, we're seeing him later. This just looks like the usual place, but it's not. This got Rama talking about her dad. "Whenever I see my Dad, I get a prize. Yes. Because he loves me very much and we have lots of money."