Since I'm a slacker, going back to Easter:

In Jesus Time at preschool, we were discussing the Easter story and the principle that Jesus gave Himself up for us and died on the cross because of the sins WE have committed, and that He was sinless. I noticed that one of my girls, Brianna, was looking a little sad and frowning. As I went on, she even began to tear up. I must be really getting to her, is my thought, and so I step things up a notch and I talk abouthow we need to pray to God and thank Him for this gift. By this time she has really started to cry. when it was time to pray I called her up to sit on my lap, and I asked her why she was crying, fully expecting some deep insight, filled with the wisdom of childhood, or at least an expression of, "I took a toy from Timmy." (Which actually I would have known about because he would've whacked her good for that)

The reasoning she gave me? "Miss Carrie," hiccup, "my, my... my bracelet broke!" So much for my teaching abilities.