You are gods kid. And I don’t mean like the other creations of god, I mean you’re his biological offspring. You’re only a child and don’t really understand the situation of your father being the creator of everything. You were playing in your room until you decided you wanted a snack, and what better to snack on than crayons? As you’re munching on the crayons God comes in to check on you, he freezes as he sees the red crayon hanging out of your mouth.

“what are you doing little one?” he says as he tries not to laugh.