Chutch

"Daddy, what is it called that shines down from the sky?"

"Uh, the sun?"

"No, what shines down from the sky?"

"Uh, the sun?"

"NO.  What shines down from the sky?"

"Uh, are you talking about God?"

"Is God the sun?"

Oh boy.  Here we go.  "Not exactly.  God made the sun."

"Did God make everything?"

"A lot of things.  People make cars, but God made trees."

"I think he used a lot of paper."

I chose not to address the origin of paper, lest her brain implode with the conundrum of paper coming from trees but trees coming from God-paper.

"Daddy, a long, long, long, long, long time ago, Mommy took me to chutch."

"Do you mean church?"

"Chutch."

"Very well.  You're right.  Mommy did take you to chutch.  What do you remember about it?"

"There was music, people danceded, and then they sat down."

I confirmed later with Julie that there was music and dancing during the service.  I can't believe Lyla remembered it; she was two years old.

Speaking of two years old, Rowan felt much better this morning, so he got a belated birthday celebration at daycare.

Here's a closeup of that one on top.

Just because it's nap time doesn't mean you stop being the birthday boy.