This morning, the wee ones and I were making pancakes (yes, from scratch and yes my own recipe) when the following conversation occurred.
Mister Man: Do you know who’s a jolly happy soul?
Me: Yep, Santa.
Mister Man: No, it’s Frosty the Snowman actually.
Me: Oh. Yeah, you’re right. It is Frosty.
Mister Man: Do you know who else is a jolly happy soul?
Me: Ummm, no. Who else?
Mister Man: God.
Mister Man: Yep, but only when you follow His rules.
That’s not quite the answer I was expecting, and I was afraid to ask what happened if you didn’t follow His rules. Mister Man does have a good point, although I’d never really thought of God as being a jolly happy soul. Gotta love what Sunday School does for the umm soul.