Rio: Mama, do you believe in God?
Me: What god are you talking about? I believe in lots of gods?
Rio: No, not like that. Like, God. I believe in God.
Me: What do you believe about God?
Rio: [my friend down the street] asked me if I believe in God, and I said yes. She said it was a secret. She believes in God too. I’m not supposed to tell you.
Me: I think you can talk to me about God. That’s a good secret to share with your mom.
Rio: OK. I believe in God. Do you believe in God?
Me: I’m still not clear what we’re talking about. What do you believe about God? Can you tell me? Who is God?
Rio: God is not a person. God is a place! God is where you go when you die. You can never go there when you are alive, and when you die, you get one chance to go there and be in God. Then you are born again and you live here.
Me: Oh! God is a place! Sure, I believe in that God! That sounds great!