This morning on the way to ballet lessons, I hear:
Gianna: Hail Mary, full o' grace, the Lord is with Thee.......
Me: Gianna, are you saying a travelling prayer?
Gianna: No. I'm asking God to protect me of making snags in my tights!
On a beautiful family hilltop hike overlooking the ocean on a windy afternoon:
Gianna: Stop the wind, God!
Me: What did you say? (I couldn't hear her.)
Dad: God is not going to stop the wind for you, Gianna. Just put your hood on.
Gianna: NO! Even the wind and sea obey him, Daddy!
Me & Dad: Speechless.