Littleb and I were in the car on our way to pick up Apple, my five-month old granddaughter. (Her name is not Apple. That’s a nickname. I feel like I have to mention this thanks to Gwyneth Paltrow.). The conversation was all about babies. After we exhausted the subject of what babies like to do, who owns all the babies we know, how babies learn to talk, and about 3 million other details specific to babies, the talk segued into this conversation:
littleb: Well, everyone is a baby at first.
littleb: Except God. God is the only person who was never a baby, right?
Chicken: I guess so
littleb: I can’t figure out where he came from.
Chicken: Nobody can. Or at least nobody agrees.
littleb: Well, maybe scientists, right?
Chicken: Ummm. Not sure about that kiddo. Do you think so?
littleb: Of course, scientists would know.
Chicken: Maybe. Hey, maybe God came from a black hole…
littleb: No (laughs)
Chicken: Why not? He could have come from a black hole.
littleb: Silly. Black holes aren’t even real! (laughs)
Where did I go wrong?
|Photo of a black hole. Not full dilated. Note to self: Show littleb|