Heaven is real?

I overheard the kids having their first theological debate today. Well, I say debate - if shouting at the top of your lungs and spitting Hovis Best of Both at each other is debate, then that's what they were having.

Dom was offended that his sister didn't believe in heaven, which came as a surprise to me, as we're not raising them heathen any more than we're raising them god fearing. She seems to have come to her own conclusion on the matter. (Neither of them spotted my 'Go Girl!' air punch from the dining room.)

Anyway, the argument went something like this;

"But Meg, heaven is real! It's where you go when you die."

"No it isn't."

"Yes it is."

"No it is NOT!"

"YES IT IS!"

...cut three minutes of tit for tat...

Finally Dom came in with his killer argument for the existence of the afterlife;

"Heaven is pink and has nuts and everything."

"Eh?"

"I know it is, 'cos horses are brown and not green and I've seen horses, so I know. "

I'm feeling rather proud of Dom's nascent logic skills at this point, though what green horses had to to with heaven escaped me.

"Aaaand, I've seen heaven on TV - it's pink and cloudy with nuts. So heaven is real! HA!"

And so I realise that Dom's heaven is from Ice Age 2 where the squirrel dies and goes to his special nutty nirvana in the sky...
Bless 'im.

Too windy for kites

Discovered today that running through snow is rather hard going.

Dirty little parent

My blogging hiatus doesn't mean to say I'm not coming across things that confuse, frustrate or befuddle me. Take this minuted item from our school parents council meeting for example;

A parent has expressed concern that food which is sent in for Christmas parties may not be hygienically prepared in other parents houses and wouldn’t it be better for the children to bring a little packed party tea for themselves for such events or restrict items to crisps and packet cakes.

I say to you, you overly anxious paranoid parent; please, shove your hygienically prepared party food right up your arse...