A hard question to answer

Kids, as we know, ask extraordinary questions at ordinary times. The other day I was changing Connor after swimming. I think he had a tummy full of Goldfish, which seemed to get him thinking. With great earnestness, but without real concern, he asked, "Dad, when you are full of food, how is Jesus inside of everyone? I mean, how does he fit in there?" Clearly, some discussion with school had stuck with him. I tried to answer in sort of metaphysical (and no doubt heretical, too) terms, and that was good enough to an extent. But he still wanted to know how Jesus fits inside. I changed the subject eventually.