Miriam: "Mother, why is there not nothing?"
PM: (wondering if she's been reading her Aristotle on the sly) "Well, because God exists."
Miriam: "Oh. That makes me happy! Happy birthday, God!"
For some reason, she refuses to say that Christmas is Jesus' birthday. She'll only say, "Happy Birthday, God!" and then inform me that "Jesus is God." I think there's an unstated premise in this syllogism somewhere...