One moment you’re discussing Nun worshipping Paris Hilton fans with your son when all of a sudden, out of the blue, you find God

I'm not a spiritual person but I do have faith. I have faith that one day the music of Bon Jovi will stop and hopefully this will happen in my next 5 lifetimes. So there I was, minding my own business, teaching little Dill Y how to tear pages from that book of fairly tales about the new testament and the old testament. He's 5 now and usually asks questions about the big picture. The other day he asked how his mother always finds the credit card even when I hide it in another country. I told him that some people are born with talents like the ability to understand Maths, others have a talent for Mocking and his mother wants to buy shoes so much that she is constantly at one with the credit card and there is simply no hiding it from her. Last night he asked me if the concept of hell exists and I told him that hell is being trapped in an elevator with Nun worshipping Paris Hilton fans, sporting Justin Bieber haircuts. I was getting ready to go on an anti religious rant when all of a sudden, out of the blue, without any warning, I found God but there was something about those numbers on his reg plate: