"Mommy, why does Jesus have blood? Why does he have owies?"
"Jesus needs a bandaid, Mommy!"
"Is he all better now?"
"I am here for you, Jesus!"
"Jesus is in my heart, Mommy."
I answered as best I could, in terms she could understand, but truly, I was more caught up in just listening to her faith, growing by leaps and bounds. She gets it - at age three, that Jesus loves her and lives in her heart.