A God Story: Not for the Faint of Heart

So, we've been working with Charlotte for quite awhile potty training. We are of the belief that it will happen in her own timing with no pressure from us (OK, so maybe we give her a little pressure.) We always follow her leads, and occasionally we'll ask her if she needs to go potty and occasionally have her sit on the potty right when she gets up. Now, when I say potty training, I mean strictly peeing. Pooping has been an entirely different story as she often does not want to sit on the potty when it comes to her pooping. (As I write this, I realize she is going to hate me years from now when she realizes I have shared with the world about her potty training.) Anyway, Charlotte is very good about telling us when she just had a bowel movement or she has even told us as it is happening, but we can never get here to the potty in time (until today). I asked her a random question, not even about going to the bathroom, and she said "I just pooping," so I rushed her to the bathroom and sighed a huge sigh of relief when I realized we made it to the bathroom without any sign of poop. So I sat her on the potty and she promptly says she was all done, which I know wasn't true. So we decide to talk and wait it out briefly. I'm telling her it is OK, sometimes it hurts, etc.
Me: "I'm right here, it's OK."
Charlotte: "Jesus is right, too."
Huh?
Me: "Do you mean Jesus is right here too?
Charlotte: "Yeah, Jesus is right here too."
Me: "Do you want me to pray to Jesus and ask him to help you poop?"
Charlotte: "Yeah."
And we grasp hands and while I'm praying she pooped.
And then she got her 4 M&Ms.

When Does It End?

The scene: Our dinner table. Elijah is sitting on my lap, Greg is sitting across the table from me, and Charlotte is in her chair.

What happened: Elijah spits up A LOT

Greg: "Man, you should see how much Eli just spit up."

Now, remember the scene. Specifically where Elijah was sitting.

Me: "Yeah, I pretty much know cause it's all in my lap."

Charlotte's Praying

After many times witnessing us pray before meals, and many times asking Charlotte if she wants to pray, Charlotte is finally praying! Don't get too excited because this is her prayer.
"Dear God,
Thanks for the food. That's it.
Amen."
Where, oh where, does she get the "that's it" part? Greg and I pray at the start of almost every meal, and I can say with complete confidence we have NEVER said, that's it to God.
Maybe she doesn't like our long prayers, which aren't all that long anyway.