The other night, I was tucking Caroline into bed and I asked her if she wanted to say her prayers. She said no. I told her that God wants to hear her talk to Him and thank Him for the good things He has done in our lives.
She said, “Okay”, and then as I was walking out of her room, she said “Mama?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“I want God to live in my heart”
“You do? That’s so good, God wants to live in your heart”
“Yes, I want Him to live in my heart so that I can have strong bones.”
I’m not sure how I managed to get milk and God confused in her mind, but I’m a little concerned that she may also think God prevents cavities.