The other night, we realized that we couldn't hear Gracie which usually translates into water on the bathroom floor or markers being used on an inappropriate surface. I called her name to see where she was, only to discover that she was sitting right behind me at the counter. (Let's not even get started on the fact that I was too lazy to turn around in my comfy chair to do a visual sweep of the living area before I called out for her)
I asked her what she was doing (still not turning around to see for myself), and she replied:
"Playing with God."
That got me turned around in my chair pretty quickly! I turned to see her quietly playing with the childrens Nativity that I have out for them. After I finished laughing (quietly) into my pillow, I realized that she understood that Jesus is God, and that just made my Christmas.