A little kid is walking home from school when a thunderous electric storm begins to brew. At home, his mother, concerned he would be struck by lightning or afraid to walk home, drives along the route he normally walks hoping to pick him up. She sees him from a distance and watches him from afar: Each time there was a flash of lightning, he would stop in his tracks, look up to the sky and smile.
Concerned, the mother drives up to him, and called out, "What are you doing? Why do you keep stopping to smile?"
The child answered: "I'm trying to look nice. God keeps taking my picture."
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