This morning, to aggravate his sister, Jose told her that the police were going to arrest her. She wailed, "Mommy, Jose said that the police will get me!" Mommy, feeling cranky as we try to get ready to make it to violin lessons on time: "Don't listen to him. Jose doesn't know the future, he isn't God." Jose, who was still standing nearby, said, "Of course I'm not God! Do I have a beard?"
