Getting Jesus' phone number

Addisyn and I were having one of those days today.  She didn't go to bed last night like she was supposed to - instead she kept coming out of her room "needing" to tell me something, or once in her room I would find her playing at her table with toys or looking at books.  Needless to say, it made her very tired, and SASSY and DEMANDING all day.  She had been sent to time out several times - which only made her cry and then get mad at me because she wanted her blanket.  There were times that I thought I was going to lose it because I was SO tired of it, and several times that I just laughed at the way she was acting and talking - really if you had heard her she was talking and sassing like a spoiled teen-ager - My laughing at her only made her madder which made me laugh harder. 

Since Addi and I were the only ones home, we had Eggo waffles for dinner.  Her response  - now picture this in the sassiest little voice you can - "Great, waffles! and they don't even have SPRINKLES on them!"  I told her that sassy little girls don't get sprinkles on their waffles and if she had asked nicely she probably would have had sprinkles.  Instead she had to eat the waffles "without sprinkles"!  While she was eating I picked up the phone to call my mom.  Of course, in the same snotty, sassy voice , Addi asked "WHO are YOU calling?"  When I told her I was calling grandma she asked "WHY?!"  I was still laughing at her sassy attitude.  Just as my mom answered I told Addi I was calling grandma to get Jesus' phone number.  Her face immediately changed from sassy, to scared, shocked and sad with the biggest, saddest frown on her face.  She then started to cry and said "I don't want you to call Jesus"  I asked "why don't you want me to call Jesus?"  And she said, still crying and hugging her blanket, "because I don't want him to kill me."  I told her I was not going to call Jesus and that Jesus would not kill her.  I felt bad that it scared her but my mom and I could not stop laughing. 

Addi really is a sweetheart (most of the time) and she LOVES Jesus, so threatening her with a phone call to let him know she was being naughty broke her heart.
I think I might have found a new way to get her to behave - The next time she is being naughty - I just might pick up the phone and tell her that I am calling Jesus.