Jesus as String

There's a childrens animation called Pingu. I'm not sure how familiar overseas readers are with it, but it's a stop motion clay animation of a cheeky penguin who lives in an igloo with his mum and Dad and little sister Pinga.
Like any other young penguin, he spends his time going to school with his friend Robbie the seal and playing in the icy caves around his home.
It's like March of the Penguins but with domesticity.

It's reasonably popular in our house, and it can be quite funny. Anyway, this morning, Pingu got lost in a cave. Happily, he was wearing a red woolen scarf which unravelled as he wandered, so that he could find his way back to the entrance. My children were relieved. The thought of Pingu wandering aimlessly forever was too much for me to bear, let alone them.

Later, in the kitchen, my four year-old wanted to run something by me.

"Mama, Pingu's string is like Jesus, really."

I stopped hanging t-shirts in the airer and asked why.

"Well, Pingu was lost, and the string helped him find the path out again."

I really have no idea where she comes up with this stuff.