"Mom, you are my favorite person in the whole world...I don't even care how you look."
(In her defense, it was morning and I was still in bed...I think I should be happy she didn't mention my breath.)
Natalie: "How old is God?"
Steve: "Older than the stars."
Natalie: "How old are the stars?"
"Mom, are there more objects than living things or more living things than objects?"