Last night Linda and I had our two grandchildren for an overnight.
Harper is three. Levi is five.
As we put them to bed, Levi asked me a question. "Grandpa, does Jesus sleep?"
"Yes, Levi. Jesus sleeps." (I did not see this as heretical, since I was thinking of earthly Jesus, who once was sleeping in a boat. Historical Jesus sleeps. Resurrected Jesus-at-the-Father's-right-hand does not.)
"Grandpa, does God sleep?"
"No, Levi. God does not sleep." (I am unprepared to answer why God does not sleep, in words a five-year-old can understand.)
"Grandpa, is Jesus God?"
"Yes, Levi, Jesus is God."
Checkmate? I did not say, "I know where you are going with this, Levi."