Huz was watching something on the History channel or the National Geographic, something to which, I was paying no attention when he started asking me questions about my dad and his beliefs. For those who don’t know, my dad is a retired minister.
“Do you ever talk to your dad about this stuff?”
He started talking saying something about Genesis and creation versus evolution. I resumed ignoring him again. True story, I was reading iamthemilk but outwardly, I said the obligatory, “mmm hmmm. Oh?” and “Really?” nodding my head. I rock fake listening. I’m a preacher’s kid, remember?
“Do you know who said that?” I snapped out of my blog trance and wondered wtf he was talking about.
In my head, I tried to decide if I should even ask or if I could fake it. I thought back on the conversation. What did he ask me? Something about the bible. Oh that’s right…do I know who said that? Pfft. Easy.
“Jesus,” I said with conviction because “Jesus” is a pretty good guess when we’re talking bible, right? Just think about all of the red colored text.
“Dude, can you please put your computer away and listen to me?” Huz said, completely exasperated by my sore attempt at faking it.
I closed my laptop and rolled my eyes. “Fine. Who said what? I’m listening now.”
“’The bible tells us how to go to Heaven not how the Heavens go.’ That is a quote from Galileo.”
To which, I replied, “(Galileo) Galileo. (Galileo) Galileo. (Galileo) Figaro. Magnifico,” which made me laugh. But not my husband.
That’s just a typical conversation in our house. What’s it like in yours?