mommy insists on making the peanut butter sandwiches herself, to save mess and because we're getting to the bottom of the jar. I explain this, ending with "... so I guess we have to go to the store to buy some groceries, God help me."
Riley responds so quickly I had no idea what he was referring to.
"I wish we had our own God so he could make whatever we needed"
Mommy "God would make us peanut butter sandwiches?"
Riley "no, he could make us peanut butter. and he would make me the President, and Hailey the Mayor, and Elliot the Judge"
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