He Can Taste Whatever He Wants To

We had been in a somewhat deep conversation about the Holy Spirit on this particular Sunday. Noah had many intelligent questions that I stumbled through answering. One question was about how God could be in Heaven, watching us, and also be in us. I gave the answer my best shot in trying to explain the Trinity. Though my effort seemed tireless to me, Big Head just didn't seem to get it. Well, I thought that most adults have trouble with that one to, though. So I just prayed for God to open Noah's heart and mind more and more each day. We went home, made lunch, and began pigging out. We were excited to try these new potato chips I had just bought. (I rarely buy chips, so this was big) Noah tore into them and then with his cheeks pouched out, he looked at me quickly. He chewed just enough to barely be able to speak, but his eyes were wide with wonder, so he couldn't take the time to completely finish. He then mumbled, "Mommy, can the Holy Spirit taste all the salt in these potato chips?!"