God Confusion- Innocent kid - A funny incident

Lord Muruga - The photo on my wall

Fairy, a cute little Catholic kid about 4 years old, came to my house last week. She saw the photos of Hindu gods on my pooja shelf and started asking whose photos they were. I said, 'It’s God.' The little girl didn’t know who God was. She asked me, 'Who is God?' I replied, 'It’s Jesus.'

She then went close to the picture of Lord Muruga hanging on the wall and said, 'This Jesus is wearing lipstick, mascara, blush, and full makeup. He looks beautiful!' I burst out laughing at her comment. 'Kids of this generation are clever,' I thought to myself.

Originally posted on 05-Mar-2015 Edited on 09-Feb-2025

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