Grace (5) and Emma (8) were conversing over breakfast this morning about marriage verses the single life. I somehow missed how the conversation started, but the ending went something like this...
Emma: "No Grace. Like, Fr. Rick, he's single!"
Grace: "Oh, I thought he was married."
Emma: "No. Since you're a girl, you'll either get married, or be single. And if you're single you can be a nun." (pause) "Nun's pray a lot!"
Grace: (making the sign of the cross) "Dear God please send me a husband."
I nearly snorted milk out of my nose, and had to calm myself to explain to John what he'd just missed. Where do they come up with this stuff?!