Out of the Mouths of Babes

Here, mommy, these are for you!
This child, the one in the picture holding the weeds flowers that are the totality of my lawn, just asked me why there are lines on the Italian pottery bowl he is eating his pizza from. They are meant to make the bowl look rustic, I suppose, or something like that.
I told him that the person who made the bowl put them there on purpose.
He said, “Is that what God told him to do?”
I am so grateful. Between the flowers and the adorably simplistic view of a coma-inducing complexity, I remembered why I had children.
For my personal amusement, of course.

