Dinner Conversation

At dinner tonight, we said our prayers and David said, "I think somebody else heard our prayer." "Who?" I said, "God?" "Yep," David said. At which point Michael put his hands up and asked the Question of the Day, "Who is God?" "God is who made all of us, Michael. He made you and me and David and Daddy." "And Mamma and Pappa," added David, "and Mamo and Papo and Liz and Chris and Bill and Lindsay and Anthony and Jeremy and Cousin Michael and Angelica and Aunt Shannon and Aunt Laura and Uncle Steve and Aunt Gina and Uncle Pete." "And he made the trees and the plants and the animals," I said. "Did he make the beavers, too?" asked David. "Yes, he did, David." "Did he make any places?" "Yes, he did. He made the waterfalls of Sioux Falls." "That's very big. How did he do that?" "He's omnipotent, David." "Ya, I know he is, Mom." (We've had this part of the talk before ;) Again, Michael puts up his hand and blurts out yet another Million Dollar Question, "Where is God?" "Up in heaven," David said, pointing up to the ceiling. Michael looked up suspiciously. "Above the sky," I agreed. "Where does the sky end?" asked David. "Where heaven begins," I replied. (Is that called begging the question??) "I bet God sleeps on a cloud," said David. "I bet he does, David. All the angels too." Michael points up to a few random spots in the sky and says "There's an angel. There's an angel." (Don't you kind of wonder what he really sees up there, if anything??) I told David and Michael that my grandparents were angels in heaven. David asked their names. "Leona, Aurora, Peter, and Michael," I answered. "Hi Aurora," Michael said and waved heavenward. (I hope you heard that shout out, Grandma. I know you had 6 boys yourself, but I wonder if you've ever seen the likes of my Michael. Who, by the way, said the entire Our Father last night at dinner!) David said that he was going to be one of the fast kind of angels. Then he changed the subject on us: "I like lots of girl things." "Like what, David?" "Fairies and girls. That's all I can think of." "I like trucks," Michael asserted, just to make sure there was no doubt where he stood on the girls stuff vs boys stuff dilemma. Michael wasn't quite done with the theological part of our discussion. "Where's Jesus?" he asked. "In heaven with God" I said. (I'll save The Holy Trinity for another dinner discussion ;) "Riiiiiiight there, " said Michael and pointed up to the ceiling. The boys continued wolfing down their Kraft macaroni and cheese and pears. We ate in relative silence for awhile (wherever Michael is, there's always some noise: "Drum!!!" as he bangs his fork against his empty plate, slurping as he attempts to drink his yogurt, yelling "PLLLEEEEEEAAASSSSSE" when I ask him to use his manners.) Suddenly, Michael broke into his own rendition of The Beach Boys "Barbara Ann." And just like that our profound (and very cute) dinner conversation was over.

In other news, we have two showings scheduled at our condo this week. Yahoo!