Second Coming

My daughter will not fall asleep, and has reverted to all kinds of drama to avoid it.
Finally I gave up, and came down here to regain some sanity and check your comments. I let her cry for a bit -- I know, I'm terrible. But then she started begging for "help" in a peculiar form:
"Easy Bunny, [c]ome. [C]ome again, Easy Bunny."
"Heaven help us," my husband says. "We've started a new religion."