Most conversations that take place between two people in a bathroom go something like this.

A: Have you seen my hairspray?
B: Yeah, it's in the linen closet.

Or like this.

A: Hey, can you hand me a new razor?
B: Sure, here you go.

Not when it's my family in the bathroom. Nope, not us. Our deepest thoughts come to us in the bathroom, myself excluded. (My deep thoughts occur while watching CSI:Miami and Access Hollywood, but that's not really appropriate content for this little blog so we'll talk about that later - and on another blog.)

This morning during bath time I'm at my computer and Daddy is getting the girls ready for school when I overheard the following conversation.

ROO: Dad, how did the world start out? Was it just dark out and then the world started?

DAD: Yeah, God made everything.

ROO: And then God borrowed a marker and colored yellow sun and blue sky and green grass and colored all that other stuff, too?

Shortly after that deep conversation the topic quickly turned to which episode of the Berenstain Bears they would watch this morning. Deep thoughts, I tell you. Deep. Deep. Thoughts.