Ryan's been asking lots of questions lately, questions I am no longer able to skirt around, either. The kid can put some shit together, which means no more made-up-to-make-me-laugh answers anymore. Luckily, she's pretty good at coming up with some of her own.
Ryan: "Mom, how does God make lightning? Does he just get a lot of flashlights together and then turn them all on at once?"
Mom: "Why, yes. Yes, He does."
No one said anything about not going along with her make-me-laugh answers, right?