Connor: Hey Mom, you know Jesus?
Me: Yeah, I know Jesus.
Connor: I never met him.
I spit my coffee all over the floor
We drive past the hospital
Connor: Mom, that's where I got my stitches.
Me: It sure is. That's where you were born too.
Connor: Born?
Me: That's where the doctor took you our of my tummy.
Connor: (Horrified look) Why did you eat me?
Ask you father.
