Bryson is at the stage where he thinks people live where they work.  So at the Frozen Yogurt shop, he thinks the workers live there.  He thinks his Preschool teacher lives at his school.

We were at church and we were listening to the Bishop speak.

Bryson said, “Nobody lives here?”

Me, “No, there are no beds!”  (my way of explaining why people don’t live at Golden Spoon)

Bryson: “God lives here?”

Me:  “Yes, that is true.”

Bryson: “He doesn’t sleep?”

Me:  “That’s true.  He is always watching over us.”