Me: Did you have fun at the party?
E: Yes. When are we going to go to the North Pole?
Me: Well, we can't go to the North Pole. Santa's getting ready for Christmas, and we would distract him.
E: We can help!
Me: Oh no, only elves can help Santa.
E: We can be elves!
Me: That would be cool, but God created us to be people, not elves.
E: He made people to be people and elves to be elves?
E: And puppies to be puppies and babies to be babies?
E: What about buildings?
Me: Well, God gave people the abilities to make buildings.
E: Which ones did you make?
Me: Er, none of them. I haven't made any buildings. Some people make buildings, not all people.
E: Who made Chuck E. Cheese's building?
Me: I don't know.
E: I want to build a building.
Me: Well, when you are a grown up you can.
E: Okay. When are we going to go bowling?
Me: I don't know--maybe sometime soon. That would be fun.
E: But it might be too loud.
Me: Nah, it's not too bad.
E: Okay. But I want to go to the moon.
Me: Do you now?
E: Except aliens might eat me.
Me: What makes you think aliens eat people?
E: Because before I was born when I lived in heaven I saw an alien hide in a bag and grab a person that we don't know and eat them.
Me: Oh my goodness.
E: So I don't want an alien to eat me.
Me: I certainly understand that.
E: Can we not talk any more until we get home?
Me: That will be just fine, son. Just fine.