A friend of mine brought his precocious two-ish year old to see me. On the wall opposite my sitting room is a 19th century icon of the Mother of God of Kazan.
Little James in between making threatening gestures to my seventeenth century missal with his fire engine, wanting to eat a Ming tomb figure and wanting to add a foreword to one of the Pope's books with a red crayon, he kept going up to stare at the icon at one time for over a minute. At home his prayer routine was basically a cuddle and "God bless...".
When I have recharged the battery in my camera I am going to make a large copy of the icon and send it to him.
Compare and contast.