Poor Baby

Driving in the car on the way home from the commissary:

~looking in the rear view mirror~

Me: Are you sad, sweetie?
James: Yeah
Me: Why are you sad?
James: God made me that way
Me: ?? God made you that way?
James: Yeah
Me: How did he do that?
James: When he put all the parts in me, he put in sad parts too
Me: He put in happy parts too, right?
James: Yeah... but they are all gone.