At lunch last Saturday, the following conversation was heard at my house. E is Emmett, D is Desi, and G is Gary.
Note: Emmy's first line was apropos of nothing.
E: This is for God's sake.
D: That's rude words. It hurts God's feelings.
a minute later...
E: I'm sorry I hurt God's feelings
G: It's OK. He's forgiving [at least the New Testament one is]
E: I like God. He's a sweet kid.
D: He's not a kid. He's a grown-up.
E: I like to hug grown-ups.
D: God, are you a grown-up? He can send messages to my brain and my body.
Yes, he's a grown-up. I know.