My nine year old son looked up from his religion reading. “Hey Dad, Noah saved all the animals two by two right?” he asked.


“Wait, did he save the insects too?” he asked, his little brow furrowed.


“Does that mean he let termites on to the ark? That definitely does not seem like a good idea. That sounds like a good way to sink if you’re asking me,” he said very exasperated.

Well, God didn’t ask you. He asked Noah. (I thought that would end the conversation.)

“Good thing because I don’t think I would’ve saved the termites. Or Lions. What do we need lions for? Or Bears! Goodness gracious Dad, Noah could’ve saved us all a lot of worries!…”

These are conversations I didn’t see coming when I agreed to homeschool.