My four-year-old is the most inclusive relativist in the WORLD. ‘Cause existential philosophy takes a back seat to brussels sprouts when you’re four.
Me: Ok, your turn to pray, St. A.
St. A: Dear God.
Me: (Waiting. Peeking after a few seconds. She’s just thinking. Close eyes.)
St. A: DEAR God.
R: (Snickering already).
St. A: Dear GOD! Please bless everyone everywhere in everything they do and help them to all be ok in everything and not need to go to the doctor and have shots and bless my mommy and daddy and everyone I know and also everyone in the world and help them to all have fun and be happy. Amen.
Me: That was a nice–
St. A: And bless the brussels sprouts.