"Why?"

One night when I was tucking Nathan in at bedtime, our conversation went like this:

Nathan: "Mommy, I scared."
Me: "You don't have to be scared, Honey. Jesus is with you."
Nathan: "Mama, why He protect me?"
Me: "Because He loves you."
Nathan: "Why He love me?"
Me: "Because He made you."
Nathan: "Why He made me?"
Me: "Because He wants you to love Him."
Nathan: "Why He maked Abby?"
Me: "Because He wants her to love Him."
Nathan: "Why He maked Daddy?"
Me: "Because He wants him to love Him."
Nathan: "Why He maked you?"
Me: "Because He wants me to love Him."

(OK, maybe there was stalling going on right about now, but it's good to think through these things, right?)

Nathan: "Oh. Why He maked Bear?" (teddy bear)
Me: "Well, people made Bear."
Nathan: "No, God maked Bear."
Me: "God wanted you to have someone to snuggle with at night.
I love you, Nathan."
Nathan: "I wuv you, Mama."