At five and a half, Tennyson asks me questions about God all the time, and if He is watching him sleep, eat. About two months ago, he asked for the umpteenth time if I watched him in class. Meaning, him in mixed martial through the TV parents view from the room outside his gym. He went on to talk about God and TV. It took me a moment to understand that all this time, he imagined God was watching him – on TV.