My brother sent me this email today about my nephew:
Hee hee hee hee.
I was rolling in the car tonight on the way back to Dominic’s house. He’s been having the Bible read to him at night and I asked him how it was going.
“Good.”
“Did you get to the flood story yet?”
“The one with Noah’s ark, yeah.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah.”
I asked him some questions about the two birds and all that and then said:
“Did you know that there’s another story just like that about a flood?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, except in this other one Noah is called Utnapishtim.”
“Why’s he called Utnapishtim?!?!?!?!?!?”
He pronounced it properly and his enunciation was so perfect that I started laughing my ass off. It was cute as hell. I explained why his name was different, yeah. He wasn’t proud of himself for having said it right. He just kept saying it over trying to get me to laugh again.
I asked him, “Do you remember which animals Noah took?”
“All of them. Except the unicorns were goofing around.”
*pause*…”Is that why we don’t have unicorns anymore?”
“Yeah.”
God, I love that kid!
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