This evening, I asked Adelie to go upstairs and get her socks so we could go out for dinner. She said, "But there is no one to go upstairs with me and I'm scared." Then before I could say anything, she corrected herself. "Actually, there is someone to go upstairs with me. God will be there because he is always with me." Then she added, "But he's in the sky so he'll have to use his x-ray vision to see me through the roof."
I think she might be mixing in a little God with a little Superman. That does tend to lend itself to some theological flaws.