“Momma! It’s snowing! Will there still be snow on Saturday?”
I told her I didn’t know. She asked why I didn’t. I told her because only God knows that.
“I wish you were God.”
“I can’t be God or I wouldn’t be your momma.”
Wait for it.
”Yeah, you cant be God, because your jeans are a little too… skinny. And your back pockets are too… fancy. And your shirt…” (an old men’s plaid gray flannel, mind you) “Your shirt is too ugly.”
I love three year olds. They’re hilarious. Brutal, but hilarious.