Omipresent

Once a week, I've been taking the kids to my school so that I can work with students on their Solo and Ensemble pieces.
Yesterday we were leaving school and walking across the parking lot to our car. Easton points (in a general outward direction) and says, "Wow Mommy, there are lots of Jesus' outside today."

I scan the parking lot. I see cars, a few buses and a ton of high school kids.

I ask for clarification. "What did you say Easton?"
He responds again, "I see a lot of Jesus', Mommy." (and this time points up to the sky)

I look up in the sky. It is filled with white puffy clouds.

I start trying to think like a three-year old. Jesus lives in heaven. Heaven is up in the sky. Clouds are in the sky. Jesus is a cloud.