Boy Child, as we are driving: Mom? Is that the church we used to go to?
Me: No. It's where we had Girl Scouts.
Boy Child: Meth...Methodist? Right? It's a Methodist church?
Boy Child: What's the difference in Methodist and what we are?
Me: We're mostly the same...I think it's pretty much the same anyway.
He was quiet, but just for a moment.
Boy Child: Here's what I don't understand mom. If we all love the same God, why do we have so many different churches and different religions?
I was quiet. For much longer than a moment.
Finally I said: I don't know son. I just don't know.
Boy Child: I think...maybe God would be happier if we all just loved him, instead of worrying about what church we were at.
Me: I think you are right, son. I think you are right.
HE'S BLOWING MY FREAKING MIND.