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I made the kids some quesadillas for dinner.  They sat down, and then the conversation went like this…

H: Maybe next Tuesday God could come over to my house and I could share some of my tomato dip (salsa) with him.
Me: Do you think that God could come over to our house whenever he wants?
H: Yep.  Cause he’s your father.
Me: What does God look like?
H: God.
Me: But what does he look like?
H: Jesus.
Me: What does Jesus look like?
H: What… Does he look like daddy?
Me: He does look like a person…
H: Is Jesus God?
Me: Yes, he is.
H (asking): Like Belle wanted to leave the castle, because the Beast said “the castle is your home now, except the west wing”?

That’s where she lost me.

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