Today I had Frank with me as I ran some errands, which included pointing out an apartment that John and I had lived in when Ria was a baby. Frank had a little trouble wrapping his head around this concept at first, but finally acknowledged, "Oh! You mean before we were made."
Thinking this was cute, I added a bonus question: "Who made you?" To which the answer was, of course, God.
Chit-chat proceeded for a few minutes until it naturally flowed away from theology and into (what sounded to me like) more practical matters. Soon I found myself asking him another question that flowed naturally from the conversation: "What are you made of?"
He proudly and confidently answered: "Nothing!" :)
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