After a well-deserved time out in his bedroom.
Me: How are you, bud?
John Paul: I have no God.
Me: What?! What do you mean? (It wasn't THAT long of a time out)
John Paul: My feelings are broken. When you're crying alone in your bedroom, you feel like you have no God.
Seriously? Dark night during time out? ;)
This one never ceases to surprise me.