Sweet and innocent my BUTT!

Here's the scenario:
It's 8:00 pm, I have just put Taryn to bed, and am heading to the kitchen to let TJ know he has to get ready in a few minutes. He's busily sweeping the kitchen floor for me (ie-pushing the broom around on the floor sideways, much as I do when I sweep!). I tell him he has five minutes. He moves to the living room to "sweep" there. After a couple of minutes, I tell him to give me the "sweeper" so I can put it up and he can go brush his teeth.

Which leads us to a few minutes ago...At that point, he goes into a rant about how he was sleeping in his room (ummm, was this last night?), and Jesus was in there. Jesus told him that he had to sweep the house b/c Jesus told him to (yes, he repeated it). He said that it was in His Jesus book that he told him to sweep the living room, and he has to listen to Jesus b/c He told him to, and that's what Jesus said to do, and I have to let him sweep b/c Jesus said so.

Okay, now tell me how I should feel about this. Here I am, glad that my son knows about Jesus, and that he understands that Jesus and God are the head honchos. He gets that we need to do what God and Jesus tell us to do, b/c they know what they're talking about, and God is like our dad, but He's everybody's dad. Great!

However, I feel a little duped here. Ummm, I do believe that my son just used Jesus, JESUS!, to stall going to bed! I don't know about you, but I foresee my future as being a WORLD of trouble with that boy! If he's only three, and already using Jesus to push my buttons and get what he wants from me, where on earth will he go from there when he's old enough to realize just how devious he can be!?