Walking hand in hand along the crowded streets of Paris on their way to school, little Gabriel, as curious as four years old can be, turned to his agnostic Daddy with yet another question in the slew of questions a child can ask on any given day. "Daddy, who is God?" he inquired as he had asked before, with his curious eyes looking up at him.
Martin paused momentarily, finding the right words, "Gabriel," he began, "God is love. God exists in everyone and everything around us. Although we can't see God with our eyes, we can feel God…"
Now you must know that the word "Feel" sounds the same as the word "Smell,"
Which in French is "Sentir."
Gabriel thought about it …
Martin wondered if he understood as he could see Gabriel's wheels were turning and how he would answer him if this conversation went further.
And then, in an unexpected twist, Gabriel replied while nodding his head, "So, God is like a fart." he said as one would say, "The sky is blue."
Martin was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond to this surprising analogy. Yet, his parental instincts kicked in, and he managed to stifle a laugh, understanding the whimsical connection Gabriel had made was not in malice.
And so, another memory was etched of the unpredictability of raising a child.
A child's magical and mystical perspective effortlessly intertwines, shaping their lives and understanding of the world. Our role is to be present, cherishing their candid and imaginative musings.
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