A message from above ...

(During naptime, about 20 minutes after I told the boys, "OK, no more talking; it's quiet time.")
Will: Hey, Mommy! God is coming to you!
Me: God is coming to me?
Will: Yeah. God is coming to you to tell you something.
Me: Really? What's he coming to tell me?
Will: He's not coming to die you. (?!) He's just coming to tell you that I can talk for a little bit before I go to sleep. OK?