I was reading to Presley a few nights ago, when all of a sudden she asked me some deep questions. I think a lot of this comes from the fact that she just lost a classmate, and we have been talking a lot more about death and God and heaven, etc. (And honestly she just watched The Lion King and Bambi for the first time within the last two weeks, and I hope I'm not spoiling it for you, but each protagonist loses a parent at some point in his prospective movie.)
Right in the middle of the book and a sentence even, the following conversation took place:
P1: Um daddy, who made us?
Me: Well, a lot of people think that God made us, but no one knows for sure.
P1: Well, who made the person who made us?
Me: Ummmmmmmm, I don't know Presley. That's a good question.
I sat there for a bit thinking about that last question before I started reading again. I've never considered that question in my whole 32 years.
I love my curious monkey!
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