About a month ago, my paternal grandfather died. We headed up north, with all three kids in tow. As we were seated for the funeral, my 4 year old (who was on my lap) was very agitated. I wasn’t paying a lot of attention, as I was trying to focus on what I was going to say, when it was my turn to go up. Finally, I whispered, “What is WRONG?!” He looked very upset and concerned. He pointed to the corner, where my cousin Paul was sitting. Paul is a priest. At our church, our minister is very informal and does not wear a collar. Paul, of course, was dressed all in black, his white collar very prominant. I think, OK, here comes a question about clothes or something. I realized I also had not introduced my son to Paul, so he probably didn’t know who he was.
Colin slowly takes his eyes off of Paul, looks and me, and says, “Is that GOD sitting in the corner?” It was so hard not to laugh.