I forgot to mention yesterday that when we did finally find Jesus, as many spend their lives doing (and it only took a few minutes for us to find that plastic Jesus hiding in her bed linens), she asked me if Jesus was a boy or a girl. I replied that Jesus was definitely a boy. Then she asked, "Does he have a ding ding?" Isn't that just a perfect observation for such an innocent spirit? She doesn't even know that the question is a bit inappropriate or irreverent. Children just come from such a profound place of innocence and ask questions that maybe adults wish that they could ask. Now, that would not be the first question on my list, but I would love to know other practical points about Jesus. Do we ever get too old to ask questions?