faith like a child

“Turn down!”“Turn down what, buddy?” I reach for the radio volume, assuming that he was not digging the Talk of the Nation program on NPR as much as I was.“Da light. Turn down.”We have several fading light switches in our house, including in the boys’ room, so the idea of fading the level of light is familiar to him. Except, we’re in the car.“Buddy, there aren’t any lights on in here.”“Da sun.”“O! Buddy is the sun in your eyes?”“Yes. Turn down da sun.”“I’m sorry, bud, Mommy can’t turn down the sun.  I can’t tell the sun what to do; there’s no switch. Only God is in charge of the sun.”“Pray?“