This morning, on the drive to school, PM was discussing the world (I wish I had recorded this for you to hear, as how he said it was as cute as what he said).
"Mommy," he said, "God made such a beautiful Earth didn't he? I love the trees he planted, they are so beautiful."
DQ chimes in, "He made beautiful trees and cars."
PM continues, "He made those beautiful plants too."
Then, as we drove by the houses close to their school (which are very old, smaller row houses), "Look at those beautiful houses. God did such a good job."
Seeing the world through the eyes of a child must be a wonderful thing. I only wish we could still feel that way as adults.