God’s Bones

Son
“They’re looking for God’s bones…”

Father
“What are they looking for?”

Son
“God’s bones…”

(Pause)

Father
“They’re looking for God’s balls?”

Son
“No…father. They’re looking for God’s bones.”

Father
“Why are they looking for God’s bones?”

Son
“I don’t know. It’s just an article I’m reading.”

Father
“How come God has bones?”

Son
“I guess they’re trying to be funny. You know how these journalists are.”

Father
“They’re pulling the famous atheist card, ah?”

Son
“I guess. It’s all about getting attention.”

Father
“Damn shame. They turned from perspective bringers to attention seekers.”

Son
“They need to make it entertaining.”

Father
“News is not entertaining. We called those “surprises”.”

Son
“Right. Well, they need to make money.”

Father
“We all need to make money. Does not mean we should become laptopian prostitutes.”

Son
“I think you’re exaggerating.”

Father
“You think… I don’t think you do.”

Son
“Love you too, Dad.”