Jack is a fan of giving big, slobbery, open-mouthed kisses. I am frequently woken up in the morning with such kisses, along with a good tug to my hair.
It was a picture of Jesus.
All together now: "Awww!"
I turned the book to other pages to see if he would kiss those too. He would not. Then I turned back to the page with Jesus on it and he kissed it again.
Coincidence? I don't believe in coincidences! But probably, yeah.
Still, that kid sure knows how to melt my heart.