Only a step-mom, but...
Jeremiah: *reaches of Mary's processing notebook...*
Mary: Don't touch that!
Jeremiah: Why?
Mary: Because I said so.
God: ....um...
Mary: Yes, I know. I don't have your patience for explaining things.
God: ....so...?
Mary: Okay, I'll work on it.
God: ...because...?
Mary: It be better if he understood why he shouldn't touch that.
God: ...so...?
Mary: Okay, look Jeremiah. You know I have some problems I'm working on. Lotsa bad stuff happened to me and all. I write things down in here to help we figure out what to do about that. So I don't want you reading this for the same reason I don't want you sticking your head in the toilet. Nasty stuff in there.
Jeremiah: Oh. Okay.
God: And if you just put that somewhere else...
Mary: Oh, right! I didn't even think of that.
God: So...since I'm here...wanted to talk to you about something...
Mary: Aw, man...
God: What was that? You gettin' lippy with me?
Mary: No, sir!
God: Good. Now, about that thing...
Basically the necessity of having to grow up and stop being a child yourself.