Rosie started 4K yesterday at St. Mary's Catholic School. She's also been going to a pentecostal church on Wednesdays, so she's had a lot of religion lately. Well, not really - the 4K program is supposed to be secular because it's government funded. I am signing her up for the optional 15 minutes of religious education, though.
Tonight I asked her what she did in school, and she told me they sang a bunch of songs about Jesus. I was a little confused until she told me she was talking about what she did in church. Then she told me that Jesus made the birds and the trees, the butterflies, and you and me.
"And you know what else, Mom? He made us SPECIAL."
"That's wonderful, Rosie."
"And he made the schools and the interstate, and the on-ramp, and Wal-mart. He made EVERYTHING."
At this point, my curiosity about the inner workings of Rosie's mind surfaced, and I just had to ask, "Even the bad things?"
"What bad things?"
"You know, like sickness and getting hurt."
"Oh, no. People hurt themselves."
Brava, Rosie.As much as I don't buy into the whole omnipotent being thing, I'm glad Rosie thinks about things sometimes.