Are you Jesus?

Now there's something a middle-aged woman doesn't hear every day.
Last night during her pre-bedtime potty trip Mayra looked at me and asked sort of seriously:
"Are you Jesus?"
Obviously, that's not the sort of thing you can fib about to a three year old. So I admitted no, I am not Jesus, but being the nosy mom that I am, I asked Mayra who told her about Jesus. So she said Pop-pop did. I am dubious about this, but ask her what Pop-pop told her about Jesus, and she claims Pop-pop told her jesus goes pooty.
Oh please Jesus, if you're reading this don't let her go to the church daycare and tell people you go pooty, OK?