Another Fascinating Theological Discussion With Joaquin

We are driving home from the zoo this afternoon. It's about 100 degrees, the humidity is so high that it's as wet as it can get without actually raining, and I am realizing that the only thing I've eaten today, a bowl of lentil stew, has worn off hours ago. All this has conspired to leave me shaky and dazed, and I'm concentrating so hard on getting my children home safely that at first I think I have misunderstood Joaquin's question, which is posed out of the clear blue, after 20 minutes of silence.

"Maaaaamaaaaa?" (the boy must start every sentence with the name of the person he's speaking to. Very Dale Carnige, but said with an absurd drawl) "Can Jesus shoot laser beams out of his eyeballs?"
"What?" Seriously people, I am not making this up.
"Laser beams. Can Jesus shoot them out of his eyeballs?"
"Well baby, I guess so. He's God, so if he wanted to shoot laser beams out of his eyeballs, then he could. But why would he?"
"So he could be like Superman. Superman shoots laser beams out of his eyeballs. He's cool. He's stronger than Jesus."
"No, baby, I don't think that's right. Jesus is stronger. He's God."
"But Superman is EXTRA strong."
"Jesus is still stronger."
"Could he lift up three people at the same time?"
"Baby, he could lift up all the people in the world at the same time, and still have room left over in his hands."
"Oh." Joaquin ponders this. I watch him from the rearview mirror.
"Well," he finally says, "I'm extra, extra, extra, extra, extra strong. So I'm stronger than Jesus. But I can't shoot laser beams out of my eyeballs. Yet. But maybe if I ask Jesus, he will let me."

I wish I had been warned about the advanced theology knowledge required to raise children. I would have studied harder. Or at least eaten more lunch.