S on religion

A few weeks ago we went to Lagoon. The next day on our way to the grocery store I couldn't find my wallet anywhere. I called D and confirmed with him that the last time either of us had seen it was in a bag that we threw away in the park the night before. After hanging up I told the boys we should say a prayer to find it. We prayed. I thought to check the glove compartment, and there the wallet was. I told the boys, as I was dialing D once more, that we needed to pray to thank Heavenly Father for helping us. I let D know we had found the wallet, told him I loved him and hung up.

As I put the phone down, S from the backseat says "That was God?"

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K and S were downstairs playing and I could hear K getting more and more upset; not angry, but whining more and more, on the verge of tears sort of thing. I called S up to see what was going on:

S, obviously put out by being called up: What!


Me: What's going on?


S: I'm just playing.


Me: Why is K upset?


S, frustrated sigh, arms thrown up: I'm just pretending I'm Satan!

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Again K and S playing, this time next to me:

K: I destroyed you. You're dead.


S: No, I'm not. You can't destroy me.


K: Everyone dies S. You're dead.


S: No, I'm God. God never dies.


Me: How do you be God?


S, looking at me, in a low whisper/Darth Vader-esqe voice: I am God. [Back to normal voice] like that.