Tonight, as I put Mister Man to bed, I noticed that his plastic shark that sits above his bed was glowing in the dark. I pointed it out to him, and he quickly grabbed it and started to shove it under his covers.
Whatcha doing, Kiddo?
I need it, Mommy. I need to have it. It’s my weapon against monsters.
Ummm, ok. There’s only one problem with that, Mister Man.
What’s the problem, Mommy?
Welllll, there are no monsters. You know they aren’t real.
You don’t know that for sure though.
Well, yes, actually I do.
How do you know that for sure, for sure?
Probably because mommies tend to know these sorts of things.
But you don’t know this!
I think I do, Sweetie.
But Mom! What if God decides that he needs a little more noise in the world and so he decides that it’s time to create some monsters?
Oh. Well, ummm. So if God wanted more noise in the world, creating monsters would be his solution?
Maybe. You never know what God is going to do. So I’m going to keep this shark as my weapon just in case.
He’s sort of got a point there. I’m just glad he doesn’t have to do the old fashioned catechism, as I can see him giving the poor priests fits with his questions and logic.