Going to Hell

Several weeks back I was witness to an internet discussion on the Sabbath and what is and is not allowed on this day of the week. The following Sunday, as we were driving down the street, I jokingly commented about a man that was cutting his grass, “He’s mowing to hell”. A jogger was also passing by, and he was “running to hell”. Megan and I got a chuckle, and that was that.

Except, I was not aware at just how much attention was being focused from the back seats. That the younglins learned something from this comment was revealed this past weekend. As we were driving, a discussion began between the girls in the back. About all the things that go to hell. Sidewalks, roads, bushes… on and on it went. They all run to hell. Through stifled laughter, Megan and I listened to see how the discussion would resolve.

It pretty much ended with Geneva, Head of the Wizengamut, concluded that streams do not, in fact, run to hell. Because they run to rivers.

And then they go onto the sidewalk and people fall into them. I’m not sure if the rivers eventually run to hell or not, though.