messy glory

Bean:	Can I have some more popsicle sticks? I want to make a table.
Mom:	You're such a three-dimensional artist.
Bean:	What?
Me:	Grandma means you don't like to be confined to the two dimensions of paper, and that when you grow up you might want to be an architect or carpenter.
Bean:	Which one builds houses? Because I want to build houses.
Me:	Both. Architects design buildings and carpenters make parts of them. Carpenters also make furniture. Your great-grandfather was a carpenter. He made furniture for a long time but he also made little guitars.
Bean:	Uh huh.
Me:	Jesus was a carpenter.
Bean:	Really? Why?
Me:	I don't know, probably because his dad was. But not the God dad. His other dad. The human dad.
Bean:	JESUS HAD A HUMAN DAD?
Me:	Yeah.
Bean:	AWKWARD.