Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Tonight at dinner, Jack and I had a bit of a side conversation. He looked very pensive for a moment and said, "Momma, what's a con... a con... um, a con-shirts?"
"A what?" I asked.
"A um con-shirts. I mean a con-shints."
"Oh! Do you mean a conscience?"
He nodded vigorously. "Yes! That's it- a conscience. What is that?"
"Well, it's that little voice inside you that tells you right from wrong." I said.
Jack thought for a moment and then said, "I closed my eyes and my eyeballs looked everywhere inside my body and all I saw was guts and food. I didn't see any conscience."
I giggled a bit at that. "Everyone has a conscience. It's just that sometimes people might not listen to it as much as they should."
Jack decided to elaborate a bit on that thought. "Yeah, you have to listen to it. Like if you are mean a lot your conscience will say 'stop stop stop stop stop stop stop'. My conscience is like a little person."