(note: We are not particularly religious people. Our kids go to an Episcopalian preschool that we love, but we like to say that Jesus was a very nice man who just wanted everyone to get along and be good. Biscuit has chapel every week, and she brings home some interesting tales.)
biscuit: We had chapel today, you know.
me: Did you sing any songs?
biscuit: Yeah, but I don't want to sing it or say it.
me: Did you talk about any stories?
biscuit: Yeah, there was a story about a little bitty guy.
me: Was it David and Goliath?
biscuit: No, it was a real human person, but he was itty-bitty-teeny-tiny, so so small.
me: What'd he do?
biscuit: Uh, he, like, sat in a tree to see Jesus.
me: And what else.
biscuit: And Jesus was standing under the tree talking about stuff, and he had a cane. LIKE YODA, MOMMY.
me: I think you mean a staff. A walking stick.
biscuit: Yeah, Jesus looks like a daddy, but he must be a old guy, to have a cane like that.
me: Jesus only lived to be 33, I think. But he walked a lot. Maybe the cane helped him walk.
biscuit: Or maybe he did too much jiujitsu and had to have a surgery, like daddy.
me: They didn't have jiujitsu back then. But what happened after the little dude sat in a tree to hear Jesus talk?
biscuit: He invited Jesus over for dinner!
me: What do you think they ate for dinner?
biscuit: Uh, probably some pizza.
me: Do you think Jesus likes pizza?
biscuit: Yeah, and probably some milk. Wait, what if the PIZZA was SHAPED LIKE JESUS??? That would be really cool, huh?
me: Yeah, it would be a lot of fun to eat some Jesus pizza.
biscuit: AND THEN HE COULD EAT HISSELF!!! HA HA HA! I AM SO FUNNY!
Wait until she grows up and learns about transubstantiation.
It's going to blow her little mind.