My 5-year-old son Robert has some kind of insect bites on his back and shoulders. There are no signs of insects in the house, so I can only guess these are coming from school and time out at the park or whatnot. Still, I was stripping his bed, and I asked him, “What do you think is biting you?”
He thought about it for a minute and then asked, “Well, God doesn’t bite, does He?”
“Uh . . . No.”
“So it couldn’t be God,” Rob said reasonably.
I then jokingly suggested maybe it was angels instead, and Rob narrowed his eyes as me and said, “But not Weeping Angels, right?”
I have the best kids.