How to Speak Oy

"Oh!" Ethan groaned.

Holy cow!  We were standing in the kitchen watching the news and getting ready for school.  Ethan was nearly doubled over, bracing himself against the stove.

What's wrong?  Did you hurt your stitches?  Did you forget about a test?  Is Timmy trapped in the well?  What is it?  What happened?  There was so much anguish backing his outburst that it had to be something major.

"I have so many questions to ask God," he continued.

I felt such a strange mixture of relief, intrigue and confusion.

"Like what?" I asked, trying to sound casual and hoping that I had managed to suppress the giggle.

"Like, 'Why is it called basketball?' and stuff like that," he shrugged.

Ethan, there is no doubt in my mind that God is as excited to tell you as you are to ask him.

- 18 September 2012