Regarding a conversation with Bebo last night (for reference, "Carrera" is how he pronounces "Cruella")...
It was bedtime. Past that, actually, and because Jeff was going to be out until the wee hours of the morning cleaning ovens at Domino's, I let Braeden sleep with me. I just like knowing where he is when it's just the two of us at home. But Braeden didn't want to sleep, so he was doing some serious stalling.
A: Yes, Bebo?
B: I just gotta tell you somefing.
A: (yawning) Okay.
B: Is God wif me?
A: Yes, baby. God is always with us.
B: And he's gonna take care of me?
A: Of course.
B: Does God hate the bad guys?
A: No, sweetheart. God loves everyone, even though we sometimes do bad things that make him sad.
A: Mmm-hmmm... it's like how sometimes you do bad things, but I always love you anyway.
B: Oh!! . . . . Mommy?
B: Does God hate Carrera?
A: (suppressing a chuckle) Well, Cruella isn't a real person, but even if she was real, God wouldn't hate her.
B: Even though she drowned the puppies?
A: Yes, dear.
B: Oh! Mommy?
A: Braeden, go to sleep!
(Before you think I'm an awful Mommy for avoiding one of those "teachable moments," let me note two things: 1) by this time it was past 11:30; and 2) we've had this conversation many times before!)