What God Looks Like (Surprising, I know)

GOD

Maxine found some glitter glue and a piece of typing paper in her room yesterday and created some fold-over art. You know the kind — those Rorschachian ink-blot pictures that usually come out looking a lot like butterflies. When she’d finished, she brought out her work and laid it on the table next to me.

“This one is God,” she said.

“Wow!” I said, because that was completely unexpected. “Cool!”

She walked away, proud of herself, while I inspected the picture.

I’ve always wanted to know what God was meant to look like. And now I do. He's a yellow cyclops with male pattern baldness and a handlebar mustache.

(Or maybe I'm just reading into it.)