"Jamie, Colin? What are you throwing around in there?" (I ask from another room)
"Our snakes, Mom!"
"Mom, I think God has been in my playroom."
"How do you know Jamie?," I ask (I haven't really talked to him about God because I am kind of on the fence about all of that right now. So, I am thinking this is going to be a really pure, unfiltered answer and insight).
"Because," he replies, "all my stuff has been moved around."