We’re not a religious family, but I have to share an excerpt from a discussion yesterday evening between myself and my four-and-a-half year old, Elliot:
ME: Who’s God?
ELLIOT: The big talking computer on Futurama.
ME: Where does Jesus live?
ELLIOT: In England. In a house with number 62 on the door.
(fits of shits and giggles ensue)
If the boy was in Catholic school we’d definitely be getting a phonecall home.