I was stumbling around the Internet and I felt happy when I read this:
http://atheistnexus.org/profiles/blog/show?id=2182797%3ABlogPost%3A85086
The three of us were laying on my bed, looking at the ceiling and
talking about the day. "Dad, I have to tell you a thing. Promise you
won’t get mad," said Delaney (6), giving me the blinky doe eyes.
"Promise?"
"Oh jeez, Laney, so dramatic," said Erin, pot-to-kettlishly.
"I plan to be furious," I said. "Out with it."
“Okay, fine. I…I kind of got into a God fight in the cafeteria yesterday.”
I pictured children barricaded behind overturned cafeteria tables,
lobbing Buddha-shaped meatballs, Flying Spaghetti Monsters, and Jesus
tortillas at each other. A high-pitched voice off-camera shouts Allahu akbar!
...
I asked if the two of them were yelling or getting upset with each other. “No,” she said, “we were just talking.”
"Then I wouldn’t call it a fight. You were having a conversation about cool and interesting things."
Delaney: Then Courtney said, ‘But if there isn’t a God, then how did the whole world and trees and people get made so perfect?’
Dad: Ooo, good question. What’d you say?
Delaney: I said, ‘But why did he make the murderers? And the bees with stingers? And the scorpions?’
Now I don’t know about you, but I doubt my first grade table banter
rose to quite this level. Courtney had opened with the argument from
design. Delaney countered with the argument from evil.
Delaney: But then I started wondering about how the world did get made. Do the scientists know?
I described Big Bang theory to her, something we had somehow never
covered. Erin filled in the gaps with what she remembered from our own
talk, that “gravity made the stars start burning,” and “the earth used
to be all lava, and it cooled down.”
Laney was nodding, but her eyes were distant. “That’s cool,” she said
at last. “But what made the bang happen in the first place?”
Connor had asked that exact question when he was five. I told Laney the
same thing I told him—that we don’t know what caused the whole thing to
start. “But some people think God did it,” I added.
She nodded.
“The only problem with that,” I said, “is that if God made everything, then who…”
“Oh my gosh!” Erin interrupted. “WHO MADE GOD?! I never thought of that!”
"Maybe another God made that God," Laney offered.
“Maybe so, b...”
"OH WAIT!" she said. "Wait! But then who made THAT God? OMIGOSH!"
They giggled with excitement at their abilities. I can’t begin to
describe how these moments move me. At ages six and ten, my girls had
heard and rejected the cosmological (“First Cause”) argument within 30
seconds, using the same reasoning Bertrand Russell described in Why I Am Not a Christian