Me, "Do you believe in God?"
T, "Yes... what happens if I don't?"
Me, "It will make Him sad and He will cry."
T, "Cry like 'I want my mommy'?"
Me, "No, cry like 'I love Titus and he doesn't believe in Me."
T, "I have God in my tummy."
Me, "How did he get in there"
T, "I asked him to. He gives me juice. He has a sword and it gives me more juice."
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Arent the littlest thoughts the best? I love to sit and listen to the girls try to set D straight on her thoughts of God and Jesus and the Hoboly Spirit. I have no idea where she comes up with her creative words.
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