what does god look like? (and underwear)

at dinner last night, elenora was looking out the window and said "i can see god." "you can?" i asked.  "there's his hair in the sky," she said.  "i don't know if god has hair," i said.  "god is bald," elenora replied.  "i don't know. i've never seen god," i said.  elenora, bowing her head and clasping her hands together, prayed: "dear god, please come out of the sky and show us your hair."

today i leave for an overnight with j. in woodstock, vt.  so when i got out of the shower this morning i pulled on my purple lacy underwear.  elenora, who is always in the bathroom ("no privacy for mothers" i always say) in the mornings while i get ready for work, exclaimed, "oh, mommy. your underwear is too short for your bottom."

ahem.  "it's the style," i say.