Helen Wilton, a Sunday school teacher, asked her class of preschoolers if they knew where God lives.  Stephen Mason, a precocious six-year-old, raised his hand, and the teacher called on him.”

“God lives in my bathroom,” the boy confidently answered.

“Why do you say that God lives in your bathroom?” inquired the teacher.

“Because every morning my dad pounds on the bathroom door and says, ‘Good Lord, are you still in there?’”