At least I know the answers to some of his questions

Bug is climbing in the car after lunch holding a small boulder that he has swiped from the landscaping around Boston Market.

Bug: Mama, where is our life?

Me: Um. What?

Bug: Where is our life?

Me: Where is our life? What do you mean, buddy?

Bug: I mean, where did God make our life?

Me: (stalling for time while I try to figure out what the hell to say) Where? Where did God make our life? Um, that’s a good question. Well. Gosh. Where did God make our life. Hmmm. I never thought about that one. Where DID that old God make our life? (Then I remember the Ever Reliable Comeback to Impossible Questions) Where do YOU think God made our life, Bug? (Genius!)

Bug: I think God made it in our hearts. Like where our family is.

Me: That’s a great answer buddy. I think you’re right.

Bug: Yeah. Mama?

Me: What is it, love?

Bug: What is a boody?

Me: Boody is another word for your bottom.

Bug: Oh. Thanks, Mama.

Me: Any time, Bugaboo.

1 comment

1 RedRev { 03.10.08 at 3:00 pm }

Yeah. . .um I understand if Bug cannot play with SL any more. The minister’s child is obsessed with “booty”.

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