Yesterday my son asks me, "What's a soul?"
Wow... hmm...
My first response, "Mommy and Daddy made your body, and God made your soul. It's up to you what you do with them."
He seems content with that answer.
I follow-up with a second response, "Imagine a painting without any paint... your soul is the paint."
I think he gets it.
"Why do you ask, kiddo?"
"Squidword says he doesn't have a soul."
Hmmm... "well, he's an idiot," I respond.