Gods

Feeling somewhat obliged to continue the on and off discussion we've been having since Keohi was about 18 months about gods and ghosts, I offered this up, given it is Christmas season:

Steph: So, Christmas, some people think, is the birthday for a baby. Uhm...some people believe this is a birthday for a god. They think that this baby Jesus is a god. Other people believe in the gods like you see in Tai Tei Tong square in the temple.

Keohi: And I believe in Zeus and the gods.

Steph: Oh...ok. (I had forgotten about our discussion of Zeus. But let's face it. The Greek gods are pretty exciting. Sort of like superheros, after all.)

Keohi nods...memory of the recent story of Hercules is clearly more interesting than any discussion of Jesus or the gods of Tai Tei Tong village temple. Fair enough. Hercules, depicted by Disney, that is...in the storybook that contains various stories inspired by Disney movies. Stephen hated Mickey Mouse and the Beanstalk. (Keohi has not been to Disney. It is a non-subject in our household.) The Disney book has been removed from his bookshelf.


Keohi: But why is Hercules showing his nipples?

Steph: Because he isn't wearing a shirt.

Keohi: You think he feels cold without a shirt?

(This is an indirect reference to Tarzan. Once inside, Keohi's latest thing, actually until the past few days, has been to peel off all of his clothes down to his undies, beat his chest and declare he is wearing a loincloth and that he is Tarzan. However, given that his Santa Claus outfit was just pulled out today, we may be leaving that character behind. He tried to go to bed in his complete Santa outfit plus big bag of toys over his pajamas.)

Steph: Yeah, I'm sure he gets cold.


Religion 101 conversation over...potentially revisited at a later date...