"I want to murder ... myself."
That's what this little girl on my daughter's bustop said this morning.
"You don't want to do that," I said.
"Yes, so I can go to Heaven," she replied.
This is not the kind of talk I want to hear kids having, but they're just kids.
In hindsight, it was another perfect moment for a spiritual conversation. I could have said, "Your body is a temple. It's like a church that God can live in. You don't want to destroy your temple." But at least I was successful in one thing: not freaking out and drawing attention to her statement.
On my way to work, three of the zebras were standing right by the fence near the road. Maybe it's a benefit of driving an unusual-looking car, like a Volkswagon Beetle, but the zebras turned and looked at me as I drove by. That's a nice...
Posted by Doug Van Pelt at September 15, 2004 07:52 AM