Teddy: Dada, who made the world?
Me: There are a lot of passionate opinions about that. Some people say that God made the world. Do you know who God is?
Teddy: Nope!
Me: You’ve never heard of God?
Teddy: Nope!
(I tell Teddy about God.)
Me: But nobody has any proof.
Teddy: I have proof!
Me (intrigued): You do? What is it?
Teddy: I know him!
Me: Really?
Teddy: Yeah, I met him.
Me: Wow. What did he say to you?
Teddy: I forgot. I made him.
Me: You made God?
Teddy: Yeah. Out of iron, sauce, and sugar. Also metal.
(Teddy lets that sink in for a moment.)
Teddy: Uh oh. I said “uh oh” because I have the hiccups now. I hate having hiccups.