A book discussion at school today led to me admitting that my daughter thinks we might all just be toys of some giant robot. A girl in the class, who wasn't in the reading group, overheard and yelled across the room that she used to think the exact same thing, when she was five years old. She said she imagined that we all looked like doll house people to the robot. She seemed really excited to meet someone who knew someone else with this same, seemingly unique idea. Then a boy chimed in,
"We're all god's toys," and I went to give him a high five, but realized at the last second that he's fourteen and too cool for high fives, and then just gave him a thumbs up.