Somehow Sophie not only snagged herself a candy bar tonight, she also got it open and came through happily munching on it. Izzy started yelling for one of his own, and I told him they could share, and Sophie offered him the candy bar. He crossed his arms and stomped away, so I hollered after him that if he didn't share, he didn't get a snack period.
A few minutes later he comes into Sophie's room where I'm hanging up clothes and says, "Mom, I don't have a snack of my own. All I have is God. And God isn't a snack, He's just an amen thing. So I still need a snack of my own."
Because I was so queasy, he was spared the whole theological argument.
But he still didn't get a snack.