iGod Me: I have eight legs.
God: Are you serious? How long did it take to get them all?
Me: I was born that way! Aren't you supposed to be all-knowing?
God: Thank you for telling me your birthday, Margaret.
I will remember it. No, I am only partly knowing.
Me: Really?
God: For real.
Me: That's kind of disappointing.
God: I'm glad we have that all cleared up.