Have been very busy using the labelmaker today,  12 pencils, 12 crayons, 12 textas...  assorted books, lunch box, drink bottle, glue sticks, you name it, it now has my son's name on it!!!  Did I mention that school starts tomorrow??  Can you tell by the sense of suppressed excitement in my typing??

Don't get me wrong, I love my kids dearly and miss them when they are not around, but my brain just needs a rest occasionally from the constant demands.  My boy asks the hardest questions too.  When it comes to religion, I'm an aetheist who has done my time with organised religion and decided that it's not for me.  Last year, the boy wanted to do religious education 'cos his friends were and it looked more fun than the alternative.  Bad move, at least for me.  Today he asked me if Jesus and God were dead!!  I ask you, how do I respond to this question?  He's too young for Nietzsche!  I have found that a good way to deal with the curly questions is to turn them back on him... "Do you think Jesus is dead?  What did your teacher tell you?"  Doesn't always work though.  

They tell me it's only going to get harder from here, and I have a very unquiet conscience that won't let me just give him the easy (for me) answer, but doesn't want him going to school and telling his religious education teacher that Mummy told him that religion only exists because the human mind cannot grasp the concept of infinity!!  'Cos you just know he's only going to turn around and ask me what infinity is, and that's a whole 'nother ball of wax *grin*.  

Aahh, kids, here's hoping the girl turns out to be more of a doer than a thinker!