Putting Elijah to bed is always an adventure. He has to have a story, prayer time, lights out, a minute to snuggle and then we're allowed to leave his room. Last night he asked me an interesting question. After we prayed, he was getting comfy, turning his pillow over and over like a dog making its bed, and he stopped and announced, "Mommy, we need a pillow for Jesus." I told Him that Jesus could have my pillow since I would be getting up soon. That seemed to satisfy him.