Literally. . . everyone makes mistakes, even God.

On the way home from the grocery today

Carter: I wish I were related to Abraham Lincoln. (pause) Wait! I am!
Me: What?
Carter: Because of the flood, we’re all related.
Me: What?
Carter: We’re all related to Noah. Because of the flood.
Me: You know, Carter, not everyone believes that.
Carter: I do.
Me: It’s called a literalist interpretation of the Bible. Some other people believe that the Bible is another set of myths, or symbolic stories, and we can–

Surely by now, any reasonable six-year-old has completely tuned me out, but do I stop? Noooo.

Still Me: –take meaning from them, but they aren’t literally true.
Carter: Hmm. Well, I’m a literalist then.
Me: So you’re saying that God created man, then killed all but a few men? Why?
Carter: God created man to love him, and man wasn’t doing that, so God killed most of them.

Long pause, in which I am at a loss for words.

Carter: I mean, everyone makes mistakes. I guess God should have thought that one through a little better.