Me, opening a library book: Ewe, this books smells.
Maddie: Let me smell. (Sniffs.) It smells like God.
Me: What?! What does that mean?
Maddie: God. (She points to the ceiling.) Well, God’s breath. It smells like God’s breath.
Me: Does that mean it smells good or bad?
Maddie: Bad.
Me: Why do you think it smells like that?
Maddie: Because God was on it and his feet was on it.
Me: How do you know what God smells like?
Maddie, laughs: I don’t know but his feet smell.