Overheard...

My littlest little person is engaging in the spoken word much more lately. This usually spurs some interesting conversation, like this morning when he and Blondie were leaving drop-off at VBS and heading to the grocery store:

G: Go church, Heaven
Me: Oh, that's nice...do you go to church to get to heaven?
Blondie: Of course not.
Me: What do you mean? Won't going to church get you to heaven?
Blondie: No. Going to Catholic church will get you to heaven.

I'm sure that's the Holy Spirit working on a theme since, after leaving VBS with the whole crew, I told #2 that I saw a bunch of his former school buddies going into the Presbyterian VBS.

#2: Well, I'm a Catholic so I only go to Catholic VBS.

Hmmm. At least they're listening during religion class.

I lost my St. Gerard medal today (I think I've lost it at least 3 times in 6 months...yes, I'm sensing a sign) and I asked #1 to keep an eye out. Being the child she is, she hears that as "immediately pray to St. Anthony," which she did. Much later this afternoon, when I was unpacking the car, I found the medal on the mat next to the back seat.

Me: Thank you for your prayers. St. Anthony heard you loud and clear!
Me again (to #2 who has been terribly argumentative lately): You had better hope your sister doesn't decide to pray for something bad to happen to you - her prayers are very powerful.
#2 (mumbling into the house): Saints aren't allowed to do bad things to people.

How would I entertain myself without these little ones? I am so blessed.