Today when we pulled up in the parking lot at church, this conversation was going on in our van:
Abby: "Mommy, Jesus hurt himself."
Me: "Uh oh, what happened?"
Abby: "He hurt his head."
Me: "Oh. Is he better now?"
Abby: "Yup, Heavenly Father make it better. Heavenly Father and Jesus love me."
Too cute. A nice way to start Mother's Day, knowing that she's thinking about Heavenly Father and Jesus. And then tonight, she put similar words to 'music' while holding the hymnal open and singing a song she made up. We're creating a future Grammy winner. :)