God In My Nose

Tonight after bedtime prayers, Quinn breathed hard onto his hand.
Q: " Mom, why can't we see air?"
M: "Air is like God. We can't see Him, but if we pay attention, we can feel Him."
Q: "Oh. " Silence while Mom basks in the glory of a perfect lesson well-received. Then Quinn starts breathing hard in and out.
M: "What are you doing?"
Q: "God's in my nose right now." Breathes in. "Now he's in my mouth." Breathes out. Repeats several times.
M: " No no no. God is LIKE air. God isn't actually air."
Q: (Continuing to breathe hard) "God's in my belly. Now he's in my nose again."

Ok. He's too young for analogies. We need to stick to the basics.