The Big Question

At the next table two women
and five kids.

The oldest of the children
can't be more than seven.

They (the kids, not the women)
are discussing God
and whether or not
they believe in him.

'Can't you just eat your ice cream,'
one of the women says.

'Sometimes it's embarrassing
having such intelligent children'
squawks the other.

Overhead (but out of shot) gulls hover.

At our table we contemplate the serious stuff.
'Two scoops or one?'