Jonathan, picking strawberries at my MIL's house: "I think I like it a lot better when someone else picks the strawberries and we just eat them."
Jonathan, coming in from the backyard: "Rachel, were you calling my name?"
Rachel: "No Johnny, it must've been the Holy Ghost."
Jonathan: "Couldn't have been him, it was a mean voice."
After helping Rachel clean up her room: "Mom, I think I know what missionaries do when they're little. They learn the Gospel a lot and learn how to help people a lot too. Then they can be a missionary when they grow up!"
