In the car tonight:
"You mean Baby Jesus?" (she spent most of the morning looking for the Baby Jesus from her nativity set that she lost)
"No, Big Jesus."
"Oh, um...he's right here with us!"
"But where is he?"
"Well he's right here with us in the car, you just can't see him."
"Where's my rubberband?"
I also came downstairs this morning to find her reciting the Lord's Prayer to herself. (I know, I know, we're SO spiritual) In case you were wondering, the words go, "Forgive us our dance..." Is she the offspring of Wheaton people or what??