My 6-year-old son is struggling a little with creation.
“If God made everyone and everything,” he asks me, “did he also make the Mars men and aliens?”
There is no point going down the ‘there is no such thing as aliens’ route because he TOTALLY believes that there are.
Star Wars is not fiction to this boy.
“When is Lily (our aged cat) going to have babies?”
“Why? Doesn’t God put the babies in all ladies’ tummies? And she is a girl cat.”
“Well, not everyone has a baby do they Dan?”
“So he chooses who to give one to?”
Oh no! We all know where this is heading.
“That must mean you are really really special mummy. He must have thought you would make such a good mum.”
“And twice! Mummy you must be such a good person.”
Call me a bad mother or a coward or whatever you like, but I left it there and let him believe that his mother is just one step away from sainthood.
It’s just a good job he didn’t see me later that night raiding his treat tin because mummy needed her ‘hit’ of chocolate (although this all obviously happened a couple of days ago as I have given up sugar for Lent).
Picture: Katiya Rhodes-Singh