Taken on Faith
I am sitting at my desk at work. It is silent except for my own typing. The phone double-chirps which means it is an outside line. In all likelihood this call is coming from only one place.
Me: Hello.
Monster X: (With extreme seriousness, conspiratorially) Do you believe what I believe?
Me: What honey? Hello?
MX: (Whispering) Do you believe what I believe? Answer now.
Me: What are you believing that I should also be believing in?
MX: What?
Me: What do you believe?
MX: Mommy says that she has eyes in the back of her head but I don’t believe that. Do you believe that?
Me: Put your mother on the phone.
MX: (Whispering) OK, but don’t tell her what I believe.