From a few days ago:
Her: Do we have a cat?
Me: No, we do not.
Her: Why not?
Me: Because I don’t want one. [Note: to be fair, we have a Sheltie, a ferret, a goldfish, and assorted chickens and ducks. Various neighbors have cats.]
Her: I want one!
Me: When you grow up, you can get your own cat.
Her, huffing dramatically: Mom, I can’t grow up! You won’t take me to October! [her birth month]
Me, after much laughter: Honey, I can’t take you to October; October has to come to you.
She brought up the subject again yesterday, and she still doesn’t get that growing up takes TIME, and plenty of it.
And as I write this, I wonder–how often do we do this to God? 🙂