Gigi has a thing for talking on the phone.  She has several toy phones which she carries around most of the day talking on it.  She talks to David, Chris' business partner.   She talks to her grandparents.  She talks to her former preschool teachers.  She talks to her Daddy.  She holds up a conversation on the phone - even if there's no one on the other end.

This evening we decided to order pizza for dinner.  Chris got out his phone, called, and placed the order.  Gigi got her play phone and joined me in the kitchen.  She pushed the button that makes her little phone ring.

"Oh, it's my phone!"  She squealed.  She always acts surprised and overjoyed at the phone calls.  She put the phone up to her ear.  "Oh, hey Jesus!  Um Hmm...  Yeah...  Oh?  Oh really?  Yeah!  Ok Jesus.  Jesus, I need to get a pizza.  I need a sausage pizza Jesus.  You bring a sausage pizza for dinner.  Oh, ok?  Five minutes.  Okay Jesus, thanks for the pizza!"

I just wasn't sure what to do.  Chris came in. 

"I ordered a pizza."  He said.  "What's she doing?"

She held the phone away from her mouth and said "Ordering pizza from Jesus."

Chris stared at me.  I shrugged.

The pizza arrived.  We sat down to eat and Chris said "Let's pray."  Gigi jumped ahead of Chris and bowed her head and squeezed shut her little eyes.

"Jesus, thanks for bringing my pizza.  It looks delicious Jesus!  Amen!"

I just don't know.  On the one hand I'm ok with her talking to Jesus - I'm really happy she's talking to Jesus.  I'm just not sure how I feel about her calling him on a play cell phone and asking for a pizza delivery.