Jesus is in the Closet

The other day, I told my daughter to go upstairs and brush her teeth. She grumbled a little and then later, I found her near the bottom of the stairs.

Me: Did you brush your teeth?
Her: No, I couldn’t. (She sniffles and looks forlorn)
Me: Why couldn’t you brush your teeth?
Her: (starts crying) Because Jesus is upstairs!
Me: (desperately biting my lip) What’s the problem?
Her: (sobbing) I can’t go upstairs because Jesus is watching meeeeeee! (starts howling)
Me: Show me.
Her: (hiccuping) Okay.
She leads me upstairs into the baby’s room and opens the closet door. Then she bursts into tears again and cries, “Jesus is in the closet!”

Sometimes, you never know what they’re going to come up with. I think Sunday school might be taking the whole ‘Jesus is watching over you’ thing a little too far…