Talking to God

This morning as we turned onto Maitland Blvd. Mason noticed the clouds. They were very high up, and really just a sprinkling of white over a perfectly blue sky. Very unusual and very beautiful. We had this conversation:

Mason: Mommy! Look at the clouds!
Me: Oh yeah - they are beautiful this morning.

Mason: Who made them like that?

Me: Uh, God I guess?

Mason picks up his pretend phone, dials, and has a conversation with God.

Mason: God? I just wanted to tell you that the clouds look awesome today! Ok bye.

I swear, this kid cracks me up all the time.