Just as I arrived home after working the night shift, my wife told me to go checkout our five-year-old son's bed.  When I entered Jimmie's room, I saw that his bed had collapsed and the mattress was sitting on the floor. 

"What happened?" I asked him. 

He responded, "God did it." 

Interesting, I thought, and went back to tell my wife.  Laughing she said that when she had heard the crash, she ran into Jimmie's room, saying, "Oh God, what have you done now?"