My six year old son climbed up on my lap and asked, "Mom, why did God make me, and why did He make you, and why did He put me here?" I said, "Well, God made you to be my son, and He made me to be your mother. And, He must love me very much because I sure am lucky to have you. I wouldn't want any other little boy in the whole world to be mine." He replied, "Oh...but, can I get another Mom?"