This morning on the way to drop off my daughter we noticed that the skies were becoming a bit overcast.  This is a devastating time for things to look like there might be a chance of rain because the potential to ruin fireworks is there.  I expressed out loud what we were both thinking; “I sure hope it doesn’t rain on Saturday for fireworks.”

The following serious conversation occurred:

Al:   (in deep thought) I’m sure God wouldn’t allow that to happen.
Me:  Well, He knows what’s best and might know of something more important.
Al: [looks at me like I’m an idiot for thinking there might be something more important than fireworks]
Me: There could be a farmer that needs the rain or his crops might die and the family could starve.
Al: Then God should go to Iowa!  He can rain on the farmers there.
Me: (testing her logic) Don’t you think there are people that would be just as disappointed in Iowa if there are no fireworks?
Al:  Mom… [insert sigh meaning that she is being patient with my idiocy] They are farmers… they don’t have time for fireworks.