Brimstone and Fire

On the way home, Susie chirped up from the back seat again demanding that I stop talking to her daddy and start talking to her.  She has gotten into the habit of this, so I started asking her, "What do you want to talk about?"  This time, without that prompting, she immediately said, "Let's talk about fire."   . . . OK . . . "Fire hurt.  Fire a sin ... and it's dang - er- ous TOO!"  Did she just say sin? Yep, she said it again; it's a sin because it's bad. We figure she must be learning some religion at preschool.