Jake came upstairs after I had put him and Tyler to bed. He was crying, he came over, sat on my lap and said "Tyler says that the lightning is going to hit me and go in my body and I will be dead."
Me: "Tyler is wrong, the lightning can't get you in here."
J: "But if am dead then I can't play with my friends." He proceeds to cry even harder
Me:"You aren't going to die today. you are protected. Go to bed."
J:"But how am I pretected" What if a guy with a knife comes and makes me dead?"
Me:"I am protecting you, nobody can get you."
Jake abruptly stops crying and says kind of chuckling "No! Jesus is pretecting me! You can pretect Ty mom, Jesus will pretect ME."
Me:"Allright, go to bed.