A game one of my sisters will play with me in my first year of being alive is called Good Baby Bad Baby. This consists of being told I am a good baby until I smile and laugh then being told I am a bad baby until I burst into tears. This training will stand me in good stead all through my life.
Few nations have been so poor as to have but one god. Gods were made so easily and the raw material cost so little that generally the god market was fairly glutted and heaven crammed with these phantoms.