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."