Scout is thinking a lot about whether there’s a God or not.
Her Aunt Susy sez there is, and takes her to church sometimes.
Her mom sez there isn’t, and won't let Susy take Scout to Sunday school.
I say I don’t know, and add that nobody ("no, honey, not even the experts") actually knows and that it’s actually impossible to know for absolute certain.
“Yeah,” she says, with the air of a girl who's getting impatient with her dithering elders. “But I really want to know.”