Tonight we went to the final Lenten Fish Fry at the Catholic high school. Edward was enjoying his kids meal of cheese pizza and mac&cheese and taking in the new surroundings of the high school cafeteria. "What's that," he asked, pointing high up on the wall. It was a statue of Jesus with his arms outstretched as if blessing all who eat there.
"That's Jesus," I replied.
"Does he live far away in Heaven?" Edward asked
"Yes, buddy. Jesus lives in Heaven with Will."
"Does he get to play with Will?"
"Yes, I think Jesus does play with Will."
"Do they have a dining room?"
This last bit might be a puzzler unless you know that, lacking any dining room furniture, we use our dining room as a play room. It's filled with the kids' toys and that's where we spend most of our play time together.
"Yes," we managed to respond. "I bet there is a dining room in heaven for Will to play in."
"That's Jesus," I replied.
"Does he live far away in Heaven?" Edward asked
"Yes, buddy. Jesus lives in Heaven with Will."
"Does he get to play with Will?"
"Yes, I think Jesus does play with Will."
"Do they have a dining room?"
This last bit might be a puzzler unless you know that, lacking any dining room furniture, we use our dining room as a play room. It's filled with the kids' toys and that's where we spend most of our play time together.
"Yes," we managed to respond. "I bet there is a dining room in heaven for Will to play in."