A matter of theology

Usually, this is a cooking blog.  But some nights, I don't cook.  Some nights, we actually go out.  This is one of those nights, so instead of a recipe, you are getting a funny kid story.

This week, to keep Dixon quiet during church, I allowed him to bring his crayons and some paper.  He glued two sheets together before we left the house to make a book - according to him, a Bible.  During church he illustrated it, and when we got home, he wanted to dictate the text to his father.

Here is the text:

God loves us.
We love church.
We love God.
God made some people.

I was OK until the last one... so I waited until Dixon went to bed to ask the scribe (Michael) - what does this mean? God made some people??

Michael said, "According to Dixon, God makes some people.  Mommies make the rest."

 My big boy a few days ago...

and a few years ago.  His obsession with bug spray is never ending, but oh, where did those cute fat cheeks go!!