If I were God I'd ask: "Who created me and why?" (being met with the sound of crickets I'd hasten to create a wonderful and willing harem and all kinds of harmless and nourishing junkfood and booze for myself)
Judging by the prevailing brands of gods throughout history, I'd apparently be too engrossed in my own vanity to worry about the troubles of my own creations. In fact, I'd allow my self to be so lazy that I wouldn't have bothered to create anything as annoying as, say, humanity, bugs, hurricanes or whatever anyway. Unless my creator had given me a very sadistic streak...imagine having to stoop so low as to knocking up a hapless housewife on the side and then on to kill your own son in order to get my own creations to behave as I intended when I designed them in the first place? [The 'logicke' of the True Believer (TM) defies comprehension...]