Friday, February 20, 2009

conversations with a six year-old




Lyrics of the song on the car radio, mg sort-of singing along: Give me your eyes for just one minute, give me your eyes that I can see, everything that I've been missing, give me your love for humanity.


me: marsh, do you know what that guy is singing about?


mg: ummm...not really.


me: it's like he's talking to God. asking God to let him see things the way God sees them. he wants to understand the people around him better and be able to treat them with love.


mg: hmm.


(I have to preface this part by saying that MG told us about a scene he witnessed in McDonalds the other day. He stopped in for a sweet tea and the guy behind the counter was telling an old lady that he didn't mean to make her cup of coffee bad--he said it in a nice way. then he turned around and started muttering and cussing. then he turned to ask her a question and was very nice to her face. when he turned his back on her again, more muttering, cussing, maybe spitting. MG said it was WEIRD. Like there was something really wrong with the guy.)


me: like when dad saw that guy at mcdonalds. dad just thought he was crazy but maybe he was having a really bad day. Like maybe his grandma just died or one of his friends is really sick.


mg: (thinking, then...) or maybe it was his grandpa that died.


me: yeah (?)


mg: and maybe he was a wrestler.


me: hmmmm...


mg: like one you see on tv.


me: silence, waiting.


mg: and maybe he was killed by a really bad choke hold.


me: more silence.


mg: yeah that's probably what happened.


Glad to know he got the point.