Conner told me that his grandma (my mother) told him about God. He asked me who Jesus was. When he said "Earma told me all about God" I just started laughing and said, "Oh, she did, did she?" and I asked him what she'd said but he instead asked me who Jesus was. I only told him that he was a guy that lived roughly 2,000 years ago (not quite as long ago as dinosaurs) and he preached about being good and generous to the the poor. That seemed to satisfy him so I let the subject drop.
Yesterday was her last day babysitting him so I'm not going to bring it up. If she had started this last year, we would have had a problem. Gee mother, thanks!