Out of the Mouths of Babes

20130511-212617.jpgPhoto by Sherri Woodbridge, 2013

 

Clara loves to pretend. Yesterday we were pretending “God and Elijah”.

“Grammy, I'm God and you're Elijah.”

“Uh huh,” I said half-heartedly, trying to photograph a hummingbird, all the while wondering why she gets to be God. She always gets to be God or the mom. I never get to be the important person. It's not fair…

Anyhow, after I threw a tantrum and while I was hunting hummingbirds, she was playing God and making it rain with the shower setting on the hose nozzle.

“Look Grammy, God is making it rain.”

“Yea, that's cool.”

“You're supposed to say 'Praise the Lord' when God makes it rain.”

“Oh,” I replied. “Sorry. Elijah wasn't aware of that. Praise The Lord.”

“Not yet Grammy. It stopped raining.”

Where is that hummingbird?!

I glanced over at a six-pack of strawberries we had leftover from planting and saw they were wilted.

“Clara,” I asked, “would you take the hose over by the porch and water those strawberries, please?”

“Sure I can, Grammy,” she answered cheerfully. I love when she does that.

When she was done, she took the hose back over to where she – er, I mean 'God' – was making it rain. She pushed the handle of the sprayer down and continued playing with the water, all the while informing me in regards to asking her to water the strawberries:

“Grammy, you've got to remember that God's in charge and Elijah shouldn't tell God what to do.”

You're right Boo – you're right.

 

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