While driving down a dark street in an unfamiliar neighborhood, the babygirl looks up and sees a big framed picture over a mantle in a house we are passing and says “They have a HUGE picture of Elvis on their wall. That’s weird.”
To which I reply (in this very very Mormon town) “Are you sure it wasn’t a picture of Jesus?”.
To which she replies “Does Jesus have a comb over and wear a tux??”