In spite of what you might think, I am not God

Caid: "Mom, if God made everything, who made God?"

Me: "Um, I don't know. God just is. He was just there."

Caid: "Oh, so he just appeared and made everything?"

Me: "Yeah, I guess?"

Jack: "Why did God make everything?"

Me: "I guess he was bored and lonely. I don't know. He's just God. He can do what he wants to."

Caid: "What's tae-kwon-do?"

Me: "It's sort of like karate."

Jack: "Like kung fu?"

Me: "Yes, sort of. I think."

Caid: "Isn't Jack too young to do tae-kwon-do? I think it's too violent for him."

Me: "I think he'll be okay."

Jack: "Why is it called a Master?"

Caid: "Do you think he'll get hurt?"

Me: "A what? No, he'll be fine."

Jack: "Why is it a Master?"

Me: "What in tae-kwon-do? I don't know. That's just what they call it."

Caid: "Jack! Mom doesn't know everything. She's not God. If she was God she would know the answer."