Lily: "I want to be a saint when I grow up."
Mom: "That's the best thing that you could be."
Gabe: "I want to be a lion."
I continue to cut up an apple. No more comments for a few moments.Lily: "I don't want to rot in the grave."
Mom: "Oh."
(Thinking hard)Lily: "That's why I want to be a saint. Like the Bishop whose picture we saw.
(Pope Kyrollos) What is rot?"
I explain that God made us (and all things) from dirt and rotting is returning to the dirt.
Lily: "Saints love God that's why they don't become dirt again. That's what I want."