(trying to 'bring it' for D6fer)
a story that still makes me laugh.
my oldest son has always been a very inquisitive child. always asking the really tough questions. i remember one day when he was about 4 years old and i was driving him over to my mom's so she could babysit while i went to the store.
his favorite "old macdonald" tape was playing (for the gazillionth time), it was a sunny warm day, nothing at all amiss. as we drove along we happily clucked, mooed, and neighed with the music....
somewhere in between the rooster and pig my little one asks from his car seat in the rear...
"mommy, why does god let bad things happen to people?"
me: "WITH AN OINK! OINK! HERE AND A...."
son: "NO MOMMY! why does god let bad things happen to people?!"
me: (thinking i should have paid more attention the few times i attended bible class)
i was cornered. he wasn't letting me off the hook. i sighed and took a deep breath and gave a half ass explanation of heaven,hell & satan. i made the mistake of telling him that sometimes people don't have jesus in their heart and sometimes those people do bad things because of satan. (i was put on the spot and was trying REALLY hard to simplify things)
my explanation seemed to satisfy him and i forgot all about the conversation until i returned to my mother's house to pick him up.
i walk in and my mother wails..."DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR SON DID?!" "HE SPIT IN MY FACE!!!!"
***we were both shocked because that was really out of character for him.***
she follows up with this... "i said to him...'WHY would you spit in grandma's face?'"
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE SAID TO ME?!"
me: "ummm....no...what'd he say?
mom: "he said....he said....'SATAN MADE ME DO IT'!!!!!"
