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Carl Speaks

We're driving in the car to Provo for the Timpanogos Storytelling Festival.  It's a hot afternoon and Carl exclaims:

CARL:  It smells like hell in here.

Scott and I just look at each other, amused and surprised.  We don't say anything, hoping that Carl will elaborate.  Thankfully, after a pregnant pause, he does:

CARL:  It smells like fire and that's what hell smells like.

(A comment on this: I don't believe in a fire and brimstone hell and I definitely haven't taught my boys to believe in one.  I believe in a hell that is like fire and brimstone.  It is more a state of the heart than the body.  But Soren likes to read the Bible to himself and his interpretations are much more literal.  Then he tells Carl about what he reads.  So they are getting some ideas of their own ...)
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