Tonight while we were at Wal-Mart for that black Friday shopping you just have to do, Lilla started playing with an etch a sketch. She thought it was the neatest thing she’d ever seen and was insisting that she needed it, and seriously right now is the best time to get it.
I told her, “Well, Christmas is coming up, maybe you could ask Santa.”
She first said, “He’s pretty far away. I don’t think he’s going to come here.” (And by here, she meant she didn’t think he would shop at Wal-Mart, which I found funny in itself.)
She then started saying something about being powerful and so I asked her, “What do you mean? Do you think Santa is powerful?” I had been trying to figure out what she meant as I thought she’d been saying he was powerful to get all the gifts to all the kids.
She looked at me, gave a knowing giggle and said, “Noooooo, God is powerful.”
And she humbles me once again.