N~: When are we real, and the earth is real?
N~: Repeats question.
Sean: Um, we are real.
N~: Why are we real?
Me: Well, because God made us real. (At this point, I shrug my shoulders at Sean as we exchange looks of utter confusion.)
N~: God couldn’t do that! He can’t fly! Anyhow, he’s dead.
Sean and I together: God’s not dead!
Sean starts to expand on the fact that God isn’t dead…
W~: Yes he is! The lion made him dead.
Sometimes, being a mom makes my brain hurt.