Ned asked, “Will you let Papa know about this experience?” So here’s hoping Papa gets pinged while he’s at work:
Just now, as the kids and I were chatting about their school day over fried pierogies and baked beans, Ned looked down at his plate and said, “Mama, I see the face of the Buddha.”
Sure enough, there on his plate, was a clear image of the Buddha in old age, with his eyes closed, placidly existing in a little puddle of ketchup.
“What do I do?” Ned asked.
I wasn’t sure. We decided to look up the Buddha’s last words, since the image looked old and peaceful to us.
“It says here, ‘Work hard to gain your own salvation,’” I told Ned.
We thought about that.
“But what do I do with this ketchup?” he wanted to know.
I told him to rinse it gently down the disposal, then get to work on that salvation part.