"Why does Gid go to Hebrew school?" The Mayor asked as we drove to his hand therapy appointment.
"Well... uh... to learn about his faith," I said.
"Why don't I go to Hebrew school?"
"Because Gid is Jewish and you are Catholic. When The Rooster turns three we'll start going to church so you can learn about being Catholic."
"Are you Catholic, Mommy?"
"Well... no, but your Dad is and so... you are too."
[Because Dad said so.]
"What will I do at Catholic school?"
"You'll learn about God, I guess."
"Where does God live?"
"Up in the sky... and... all over the place, everywhere. From the highest part of the sky right down to the inside of your body.
[Who do I think I am having this conversation at all?]
"How can God be everywhere in the sky and in my body, Mommy?"
[Do I look like a freakin' theologian?]
"Uh... he can live everywhere because God is... um... he is... uh...God is love."
[Aw, yeaaaah! Now I'm on a ROLL!]
"Mama, what is love?"
"You know that happy feeling you get about Mommy and Daddy and then you say I love you?"
[Like once every eleventy billion years.]
"That feeling is called love and if you take all your love and add it to all the other love in the world, that is God."
[Oh, how the brain sweats!]
The Mayor looked out the window and made no further inquiries of me, Mother Theologian.
[Go 'head, ask me all about faux-theology.]
How did I do for a faker?
Did I break any rules?
[I am on high alert for signs of fire and brimstone and errant thunder bolts.]