Theology of three-year-olds

Okay, so Anna's not quite three, but we're rounding up these days, simply because she's sure acting like she's three. Or thirteen. But whatever.

This morning the boys were both coming to tattle on each other. One was retaliating against the other, and Jacob piped up, in the midst of the whining and blame-passing, "But mom, doesn't Jesus say that if someone does something mean to us that we should still be kind?" (Hmmm...wonder how many times he's heard that one before)?

At this point Anna marches into the room, one hand on her hip, and says sternly in her little Bostonian accent (read: she can't say her "r's"), "Jesus is in ah hahts, brothers, so you settle down!"