Gavin: Mom, check out my necklace!
Me: Oh! That’s a nice little angel honey.
G: And Jesus’ Mom can fly, right?
Me: [?!!] Jesus’ Mom?
Me: Um… well, sure! She can do anything I guess. [Create life, conceive immaculately, spawn the figurehead of a dominant religion...]
G: [Putting his face up to my face, peering in my eyes] But can she make BALLOONS?
Me: I don’t know about THAT. [Only *your* mom does that!]