Recently, my five-year-old boy asked me the question I knew it would eventually come. The very question all parents are inevitably faced with when the right time comes. With my son it came in the simplest form: "What is God?" popped occasionally after tons of OMGs he heard everywhere in his realm of cartoons, video games, YouTube channels, and TV shows. I wasn't prepared completely. I mean, I had a pretty good idea of how to explain mythical phenomena, unknown and unexplainable tales, and the very concept of belief, but I didn't know how to do it without destroying Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and other fairy tales he enjoys every year. To me, it's much too early for that age in life. It would only add disappointment and confusion, and it's better to leave it for a little later. So I performed good old evasive maneuvers, and in a couple of curves, I succeeded in changing the topic and postponing the inevitable for the next time, which will come probably soon...