Where my holy go?

Very rarely do I have time to post twice in one day, but I thought this was hilarious and had to share. Every night, before our bed-time prayers, I've been trying to teach Sienna the signs of the cross. I'm sure you all know how it goes... "In the name of the father, the son, and the holy, spirit, Amen!" Every time we start, she gets the father part right - she always slams her hand into her forehead. The second part, the son, is a little tricky. Sometimes she points to the ceiling, looking for "the sun" and sometimes she doesn't say anything at all. Yesterday, after I said, "the son," she goes..."Where my holy go?" Hahaha. As she's saying this, she's going back and forth between both shoulders, wondering where her holy goes? I almost died laughing it was so darn cute. :)