Conversation in the Car

On the way to daycare this morning, Matthew and I had this conversation:

Matthew: Hey, Mama.

Mama: Yes, Matthew?

Matthew: Hey, Mama . . . you know God?

Mama: Yes, I know God.

Matthew: He made the sky, you know. And the clouds and the sun and the trees and the grass and the . . . hey! Car! Get out of my way, you corn dog! (Massive SUV blocking his view of the world.)

Mama: Did he make you?

Matthew: Yes.

Mama: Did he make Brandon?

Matthew: No.

Evidently, Brandon must be the spawn of Satan. At least in Matthew's opinion.