An African gentleman, probably Somali, boarded the bus we were riding to school this morning. Older, in a three piece suit, henna’d beard, traditional hat, talking on his cellphone. Caitlyn looked at him, turned to me and said, “He looks like God.”

“What?”

“The man over there. He looks like God.”

“He looks like God? Why?”

“Because he’s wearing the same hat.”

“Oh? Does God wear a hat like that?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Does God also talk on the phone?”

“Sometimes.”