This time, last year, driving into town :
Baby: one time in the car I tried to give God a rose, but he didn't take it.
Me: Hm. What happened?
Baby: I had a red rose, and I held it up in my hands and said, "Take this, God, for it is not mine. It is yours." Because God has made everything. But he didn't take it, so I held it in my hands.