The important things in life

The other day Soccer Dad decided to have a deep and meaningful conversation with our two year old and asked her, "What was your favorite part of the day?" Expecting her to reply that her favorite part of the day was seeing her adopted Grandma, Fefe, who she hasn't seen in 1.5 months, she said, "Cheesy eggs", which is what we had for breakfast.

Thinking he'd outsmart her this time, he asked her, "What was your favorite part about seeing Fefe?" She said, "Peanut butter and crackers." Fefe always gives her snacks.

Later that week Soccer Dad and I walked into the living room to find her eating a fist full of Goldfish crackers on the couch (you know, the ones full of food coloring that Mimi doesn't want to buy, because they're bad for her, but then she remembers that her job is to spoil the grand kids, then goes crazy with the junk food?) Soccer Dad asks our daughter, "Did you just help yourself to those?" Big girl says, "I did." "Did you ask if you could have those?" "I asked Jesus."

If Jesus told her she could have Goldfish, then who are we to stop her?