Yesterday, on the way to drop Will off at preschool, he hit me with a rather out of the blue question.
"Mommy, who looked after the very first baby?"
"Um, what baby?"
"The first baby. The one that God made, from scratch."
"Oh, honey, the very first person God made was a grownup, Adam. God made him an adult so he could take care of himself. And then he made Eve, because he could see that wasn't working so well."
"Oh, okay. Mommy? Did God make all the trees, too?
"Yes, baby. He did. Why?"
"Why did he make the smelly ones with the white flowers? They smell SO BAD. Why would he do that?"
"Those are pear trees, babe. They smell bad now, but then they make fruit. They make pears. And pears are yummy, right? So sometimes we have to take the bad with the good. That's the lesson God wants us to learn." [am sort of impressed with myself to have pulled that out of my ass, actually.]
"So God is magic?"
"Mommy? How does Santa make all those toys?"
"...? Uh, he's magic, too, remember?" [dude, switch gears much?]
"How does Santa know if I'm good? Because he's magic?"
"Mommy? Does Santa know that I HATE THE SMELLY TREES? Does that put me on the bad list?"
"No, baby. I don't think so. Hey Will! Look at the construction equipment! Over there! Let's talk about trucks!" [desperately change conversation, no idea where this might go, and have not had enough coffee to go all existential on the hatred of flowering pear trees.]
In other news, my friend the lovely Christine has a new baking business! Cookies and cakes and other totally non-fattening things! Christine and I went to elementary school together, hadn't seen each other since about 1984, and rediscovered each other a few years ago thanks to blogging. Kansas City is a very small town, lemme just tell ya.
Also, today my neighbors and I kick off The Mommys' Friday Happy Hour in the Culdesac Party. Don't tell Meredith Viera. She is so not invited.