This past weekend we had our sons’ birthday party. And because we had people constantly coming in and out (plus we wanted to capitalize on the breeze) we left the back door open for most of the day. Which brought our uninvited guests. Flies.
Now we all know how annoying a couple flies in the house can be. Yeah, well try a few dozen. Buzzing around your head, your food – everywhere. So come Monday morning, my husband went on a rampage. As we sat at the table eating breakfast, he went around swatting flies. And keeping a death toll as he went along.photo credit
Fast forward a couple hours. Lennon is trying to watch a video and is being driven CRAZY by these little buzzers. So he starts swatting away. And gets one (or so he believes). He was so proud of himself. “I got my first fly! I can’t wait to tell Daddy. He will be so happy. Daddy loves when I kill flies, right?” No brainer. Of course he does. Why else would he have taken out a good half dozen or so before leaving for work?
But then came the question that stopped me in my tracks. The one that I still don’t know how to answer. Still very excited over his first kill, he asks, “And God, too? God likes me killing flies, too.”
Yeah. God. He brought the big guy into it. So now we all know the answer to his question is a big fat NO. And we also know that telling him this answer will open up an even bigger can of worms. So what do you tell an almost 4 year old when he asks that question? Aren’t flies living creatures just like birds or cats or horses or elephants? Why is it fine to kill a fly but not a cat? And how does God feel about that?
I have to admit, I kind of wussed out on any kind of answer. I just brushed it under the mat and changed the subject. And when I told my husband about it later, he just said “Glad it wasn’t me!”
So, has anyone else run into this situation? How did you answer it?