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?

G:  Yeah.

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!]

The Necklace