So I'm writing away on my current novel, listening to Gangstagrass through my neon-green earphones, when my kid comes and stands patiently in front of me, which is how she always gets my attention when she wants to talk.
I pull off the earphones. "What."
The Kid: "If Christians...some Christians...believe that life begins at conception, you know, like when the egg gets fertilized...?"
Me: Yes, what?
The Kid: "Well, what do they do about identical twins?
Me: "What now?"
The Kid: "The egg splits after it's fertilized. Right? So what do they...do they think that one twin doesn't have a soul? Is it a demon sort of thing? Or that the twins have one soul between them? Or what?"
Me: "They don't actually believe that life begins at fertilization, is the answer."
The Kid: "Well, but if they did believe it. How would they handle twins? Does God put two souls in the egg he knows is going to split? Or..."
Me: "You are way over-thinking this. They don't bother thinking about any of this in any kind of depth."
The Kid: "When does God put the souls in? I mean, could he come along and stick an extra soul in after? Does one of the twins not have a soul for awhile, and then --"
Me: "Some cultures used to kill one of a set of twins, you know. Maybe because it's a demon."
The Kid: "But how would you tell which was the demon? I mean, they're identical. Also, how does God get the soul into the fertilized egg? Is it like an automated process, or does he reach down and poke it in along with the sperm."
Me: (Putting back on my earphones) "Way over-thinking this."
6 hours ago