"What kind of a church is that?" my son asked as we drove by.  I told him it was a Catholic church.  Pausing for a second he said "I never want to go in there... I might catch Catholic's Foot."

When my daugher walked out of her room with a suitcase full of toys I asked her where she was going. She responded,  "I'm running away and heading up north where Jesus lives."

We were at church when I gave money to my son for the donation plate saying "This money is for God."   My son walked up to give the donation when he saw an old man with a long white beard and long white hair.  He tugged on my sleeve and asked "Is that God?"  The old man overheard his question and answered "No, I'm not God...just a friend of his."  So my son handed him the money and said "Can you give this to your friend."

Our six year-old daughter asked my husband "What does resurrection mean?"  My husband explained to her "Resurrection means that Jesus came back to life after death."  With a look of bewilderment she said "like a zombie?"

I was shopping with my son when he turned to me and said "If God is everywhere, why isn't he at Walmart when I tell himI need toys?"  Not knowing how to respond I simply said "I don't know."  So he continued "At church they say God gives us what we need, and I need him to pass my messages onto you."

My son kept staring at the church crucifix as the preacher delivered his sermon.  Finally he tugged at my sleeve and asked "Is that crucifix really God's phone?" "Of course not" I repleid than edded "Who told you that?  "Brian (the brother) did but he said only to use it in case of emergency."

My son asked me the other day, "How does God know when you're bad?" I explained to him, "God knows where you are all the time." He proudly told me, "Kind of like the pizza man who always knows where you live, right?"