My fiancee has just relayed the following exchange with our daughter, who on seeing a church exclaimed “You and daddy should get married there!”
“I don’t think so darling,” my lady said. “That’s a place for people who believe in God to get married in.”
“I believe in God.” A bold statement for a nearly-five-year-old, and something of a surprise, given that religious instruction has been low* on our list of parental priorities.
“Really?” said my lady. “Do you know who God is?”
“Dunno.” This is often the answer, when challenged. “What’s God?”
“Well, people who believe in God believe that he lives in the sky, and made you, and me, and Daddy, and all the things in the world.”
My daughter at this point paused, and then burst out laughing.
I love my daughter.
* Erm, non-existent, if you want to be pedantic.