"Why am I last?" mourned Natalie about her position in the family.
"That's the way God planned it," I answered.
"Well, then. Why can't I be God?" she demanded.
Why not?! That was a question I had never myself considered. A question only Natalie could ask. I tried to give her a good answer, really I did. But how can I explain in preschool terms the everlasting nature of God, how he created her out of love to be exactly the person she is supposed to be? At 7am, I just stuttered unintelligently By the time I had an idea of what I was going to say, she was gone, off to the next thing.
Apparently, we have quite a bit of catechism and apologetics still to get through...for both of us!