The Midget tends to come up with conversation topics at random. Today, as he and I are sitting out front while I’m enjoying a cigar, he starts asking about God’s law. Presumably, this is something he’d been told at preschool (this program is housed in a Lutheran church) and he’s just now thinking about it again for some reason.
I wondered if he even understood what/who God is, so I asked him.
The Midget: “He’s the man up in the sky.”
Me: “Uh huh. And what does he do?”
The Midget: “Nothing.”