Proud of my little pantheist

“Mommy, what is god’s job?”

“Um.” A silence pregnant with panic.

“What does he do?”

“Well, he created the world and now he watches over it.”

“Oh, that’s good. So we could all be god then couldn’t we?”

“Eat your lunch, son.”

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