Here is an actual conversation between my mom and the child bride that took place last night at dinner.
MOM: "Did you borrow my baby Jesus?"
MOM: "Oh, good. Can I have it back?"
RACHEL: "What? I thought you were kidding. No, I didn't borrow your baby Jesus."
MOM: "Really? Oh. But... are you sure? I have this memory of you coming up to me and asking if you could borrow my baby Jesus."
RACHEL: "Why would I borrow your baby Jesus?"
MOM: "I don't know. But I really have this memory of your coming up to me and you were holding it, like this, and you said, 'Can I borrow this?'
"But then, I guess you would have brought it back -- unless you asked, 'Can I borrow your baby Jesus and not ever bring him back?'
"But why would I say yes to that?"
RACHEL: "I really don't have your baby Jesus."
MOM: "Huh. I wonder where he could be."