What are stars made of?
Where do lady bugs live?
What do sharks eat?
What day is it?
What is fog?
Where do lady bugs sleep?
How many dollars make up a nickel?
How much does this pumpkin weigh?
What is in lettuce?
What do lady bugs eat?
Some of these obviously I am able to answer, but I have to admit, I went to a pretty crappy public school and quite frankly didn't learn a whole hell of a lot. Follow that up with four years of college where I received a degree in RECREATION Management, well let's just say I wasn't shooting for any stars.
I grew up with a mom who was a school teacher and not only could have answered every question off his Nosey McNoserton lips, but she likely would have had an arts and crafts project to go along with the answer. I on the other hand, did not inherit these traits, and look to others like his teachers to assist in the "correct" answer. God forbid I send him to school telling all his friends that sharks prefer human meat over any other.
Last week, after saying our prayers he began to ask me questions like:
Where does God live?
How can he hear us?
How can we see him?
Now here is an area that I dare not screw up. Santa Claus questions I can work my way around, but God, well that's just territory I'm not willing to wreck. And so, I am happy to admit, we are now Church Goers. I've been wanting to start attending Church with the boys for a while now, and last week's questions I believe were a sign that there is no time like the present. So I visited the local Methodist Church, which is what I attended before moving to Colorado. I felt very welcome and look forward to taking the boys this weekend. But I do have to say, there was one thing that scared me: apparently the parents take turns teaching Sunday School. YIKES!!!!! Guess I better pull out that Bible and start studying!