Never talk religion with a 3 year old

It can never end well!

Wyatt: Why are there flowers everywhere? Who made them?

Mummy: God made them, because they're pretty and they smell nice.

Wyatt: I don't like them. I think they smell yuck! *insert spitting sounds here* Did he make the rocks and the dirt?

Mummy: Yes, he made everything. Even the animals and the people.

Wyatt: Wow! Is God magic??

Mummy: Well yeah...kinda.

Wyatt: Mummy! There he is! Over there! I see God!

*Picture council worker in fluro yellow shirt standing on side of road*

Mummy: Umm...that's not God sweetie...God is invisible.

Wyatt: Wowwwwww that's amazin'!

*Silence for a few minutes*

Wyatt: I've got a comic book at home. Do you want to read it Mummy? It's made out of paper. And God.

Mummy: Umm...ok. That sounds like fun.

Wyatt: It is fun. God makes good comic books. Listen to me singing you a song now.

I'm a little teapot short and stout, I fell off the wall and broke all in peices. And the big mummy teapot couldn't put the baby teapot back together again...

Did you like that Mummy? Did ya?

Mummy: It was a good song...but it's a bit sad isn't it? The baby teapot is all broken.

Wyatt: Yeah a bit. I'll sing you a happy teapot song now.

I'm a little pot short and stout, here comes a big crocodile that's going to eat me all up! *Voice change to rahhhh crocodile* Now the little teapot is all gone cuz I ate him up...

That was a happy song wasn't it, Mummy?

Mummy: Go to sleep Wyatt...please!?!

Wyatt: Mummy! Ya killin' me!!

Good thing he's so cute...