My pastor told this story today as part of his sermon. I love it! ...
There was a family with a three-year-old daughter, first-born, whose mommy was pregnant. And she was excited about having a little brother or sister. After the baby was born, she was thrilled to have this new baby in the house.
One day, less than a week after the baby was born, the little girl told her parents that she needed to be alone with the baby and that the door needed to be closed. The parents were a little concerned about it. They knew she was a good girl but they also knew about sibling rivalry and just weren't sure why she would need so much privacy.
But they remembered that they had had an intercom system installed and decided they would let her go into the room but would immediately turn on the intercom in a room nearby and listen to what was happening. So she went into the room and closed the door and they went straight to the intercom.
They heard her little feet as she walked across the room toward the baby. Then the sound of her feet stopped and they waited to hear what would happen next. What thehy heard next was what the little girl said to the baby.
Which was this ... "Tell me about God. I'm starting to forget!"