God is in the heart . . .

I knew this day would come for one of my kids . . .

Liam is eating his lunch today, chicken nuggets and applesauce, and he asks me, "Does God like chewed up food?"

"What?" is my response.

He repeats, "Does God like chewed up food?"

"What do you mean by that," I ask.

"Well, if God is in the heart, doesn't chewed up food go by the heart? And if He's there he might get some of the chewed up food."

What do you say to that, to a 4-year-old?

"Well, I guess God doesn't mind the chewed up food so much," I tell him.