

This was their conversation on the way to work this morning:
Dad, who made Disney? (we are going to Disneyland tomorrow for Wallis' Birthday)
-A man named Walt Disney.
Dad, who made the world?
-A guy by the name of God.
Oh. Where does God live?
-(had to think hard about this one and how to answer without
confusing her too much)
-He lives in your heart and in heaven.
Oh. Where is heaven and why does he live there?
-He likes living up there so he can see all of us.
And he can protect us?
-Yep.
Policeman protect us from witches in buildings and save us sometimes too.
-Yes, I guess they do.
When we go to Disneyland I don't want to have breakfast with those big puppets.
-Ok, we wont.
I love you dad. Im done talking now.