tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563650807041807078.post7008136596083564751..comments2023-10-06T03:38:48.713-04:00Comments on Alas 3 Lads: Conversations with a 7 yr. oldAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02362541400510447208noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563650807041807078.post-84681402051385369542008-03-05T18:04:00.000-05:002008-03-05T18:04:00.000-05:00I remember when my oldest son looked at me and tol...I remember when my oldest son looked at me and told me he knew where rain came from. I was thinking he was going to say "Rain happened when God cried" or something like that. But no. He thought rain was "angels peeing". Geez. Talk about ruining the moment.Kari (GrannySkywalker)https://www.blogger.com/profile/17727660918541258744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563650807041807078.post-19027606283076635842008-02-27T01:28:00.000-05:002008-02-27T01:28:00.000-05:00Reminds of the time my woke up and asked me if God...Reminds of the time my woke up and asked me if God was dead. I have no idea where that question came from, but I told no, God was not dead. Then he asked me where's God. I pointed up and said up in Heaven. My son looked up at the ceiling and just said, oh. Then he got up and ran around the house like he normally does.Kenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16857376251149003952noreply@blogger.com