He's got the little bitty babies in his hands...

Austen: "Does God ever get to hold babies?"
Me: "Well, yes, he has the whole world in his hands..."
Austen: "Doesn't he get tired?"
Me: "No, God never gets tired."
Austen: "Never?"
Me: "Never. He never gets tired. He is so strong, we can't even understand."
Austen: "Will he get tired on Tuesday?"
Me: "No. Never."
Austen: "Never?"
Me: "Never."
Austen: "..." and then laughter.

Also he tells me this today:
"The moon makes the snow, they are both made of the same thing, because they are the same color."