As I'm walking Scout home from school, we slide effortlessly from a conversation about whether she does or does not "hate" her annoying classmate Kayla, into a discussion of the origin of the universe, and God.
As I compliment her on her good questions in this area—"Can we ask Santa if God is real?" and "I think God is everything. Or maybe he's over the sun somewhere."—I realize her guess is as good as mine. (And, fresher.)
I'm fine with whatever Scout decides about God. But if she's going to believe in Him, I think it's important that she imagines He has a sense of humor. For one thing, it helps explain some of His behavior.
So I ask her if she thinks God likes to laugh at funny jokes.
"Yeah," she says. "I think God is a lot like you and me."