On the way to school today, we passed under a bridge where we'd found dead birds several months ago. We discussed death a little and that turned to talk about heaven and hell.
Grant: There's bad guys in hell?
Grant: They poke you?
Hmmm...I don't think they poke you, but I'd better brush up on my theology. (I think it was a reference to his recent doctor's visit where they "poked" him...aka gave him shots.) He was quiet for a moment then said, "God is my favorite guy."