Caleb came in for an early morning snuggle. 6:13AM on Friday morning, which in this part of the world is Saturday. Well, actually, it’s like Sunday, the day of worship. Tomorrow, Saturday, is like Saturday.
Anyway. It’s early, I’m sleeping, he’s chatty.
Caleb: Why do the Muslims make Friday the weekend?
Me (into the pillow, trying to remember what I was dreaming about): It’s just the way their religion works, that Friday is the day people go to the mosque—the church.
Caleb: What is the Muslim religion, though?
Me: Um…be nice to each other and be peaceful. Most religions are like that.
Caleb: Even the Christian religion?
Me: Uh-huh…religions are about peace.
Caleb: Then why do so many wars get fought about religion?
Me: Don’t you think you want to go play on the computer now?
Caleb: Yes. But still. It doesn’t make any sense.