| imagine that question. . .
Abel: Mommy, what's this thing on my tummy?
Eve: that's where we cut off your umbilical cord with a sharp rock.
Abel: why don't you and daddy have one, mommy?
Eve: because we were created directly by God.
*Abel goes off cowering in lack of self-esteem because he wasnt made from dust or a rib*
*a few days later*
Abel: mommy, did God really create you?
Eve: yes, Abel. And he also made a special place for us too called the Garden of Eden.
Abel: Can we go there mommy?
Eve: Ummm. . .
*Eve runs away because she knows that she and Adam messed it up for all of us.*
EDIT::: I know the last part is bad theology for blaming my sin on Eve, but it was for comedic effect. don't shoot me.
__________________ you lift my battered soul, you mend my broken bones together. . .
The only one who needs to think really hard about Schrodinger's Cat is Schrodinger's Mouse. |