Jack asked me some tough questions today. To which I provided some fairly inadequate answers. He thinks he can figure it all out himself anyway.
Who made God Mommy? // God made all the people.
Yeah, but who made God? Did he make himself? // Yup, he made himself. Good answer.
But how do we get up to God? // When we die we go up to heaven to be with God.
Can I still move when I die? Will my leg still work? // No.
Then how am I going to get to God? // Pause. Mumble, mumble, spirit goes to God, mumble, mumble.
Does God just make us over and over again? // What do you mean by that?
Probably when I die, they hook an airplane to my leg and fly me up to God.
See, he's got it all figured out.
He also found a couple of good times in other conversations to use the word 'wonderful'.
Mommy, those trees over there would be a wonderful place for a hike.
Oh no, this broke. How are we going to fix it? Oh, but this would make a wonderful frisbee instead.