The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit
Son, 5, asked was in the bath with his sister and he was singing a song that went a bit like “the Lord keeps me safe, and I don’t need to be scared, the Lord is in my heart” thingy.
I was walking by when I heard this and stopped in my tracks, because he doesn’t get this from me but I’m keen to know what he’s picking up at school on the matter.
“Hey Tiger, what do you know about God?”
This is our first conversation about religion.
He turns to me and looks up from his bath toys. He’s really enthusiastic. “Did you know that God made me and the world and the planet Earth and everything.” It’s a question that he presents as a fact. I raise an eyebrow and present it as being impressed.
“And,” he continues, eyes wider than the Euphrates, “he even created the dinosaurs.”
“Right. Wow.”
The creationists might disagree. Besides, I didn’t want to discuss the Old Testament at bathtime. There are too many belly buttons on display and not enough answers.