A: "So J, do bad people get bon-bons?"
J: "No. Wicked people do not get bon-bons. Only the pure and good."
A: "What if bad people sneak to the supermarket and ..."
J: "Oh! There's an angel with a FLAMING sword guarding the entrance to the supermarket, and they wouldn't be able to get in."
A: "But the bad people would poke her with their pointy swords."
J: "But before they could, she'd use her FLAMING sword to cut their swords into five pieces."
A: "But they would use their Magical Powers to put their swords back together."
J: "She'd cut the swords apart again."
A: "Their magic is stronger and they'd use superglue to fix their swords."
J: "Well, while they were using their superglue, the Angel would take her FLAMING sword and cut a big hole into the sidewalk and they'd fall forever and ever and ever."
A: (smiling) "You're making that up."
[several moments later, including a short explanation of how medieval Christians believed good people were escorted to Heaven by angels while wicked people were dragged to Hell in chains....
A: "So what would they do to me in Hell, anyway; drop me into a fire?"
J: (making a 'bingo!' sign): "You got it."
A: "What else do they do to people? What does it look like?"
J: (deciding that M would be annoyed if a review of Hieronymus Bosch were to be given to a four-year-old) "Uh, I've never been, so I couldn't say."
Scene: After a scanty dinner, A is putting together a train track.
A: "Tyger, tyger, burning bright / Tyger, tyger, I don't care. (pause, to J) Why are you laughing?"
Friday, October 9, 2009
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