The other day, on our drive home, my eldest spoke up about his day:
Eldest: We went and saw the -th-grade play today. It was about a blue god with a big beard.
Me: Do you know which god it was?
Eldest: No. I only saw it once. (pause for a second or two) How many god’s are there mommy?
Me: It really depends on which religion you follow. Christians, Muslims, and Jews all have one god. The ancient Greeks and Romans had many. Different religious traditions have different views of god and gods.
Eldest: How many gods do we have?
Me: How many would you like?
The little one, who has been listening to this, pipes up: ZERO!
Eldest: One. The blue one with the big beard.
Little one continues to chant: ZERO!
Me: That’s fine, you can have one, or none, or as many as you like.
The eldest seemed okay with this answer. The little one seemed pleased too. Then they started talking about farts. Because, farts.
How do you handle these questions?