Shmoogie loves her preschool and her preschool tells her that Jesus loves her and so Shmoogie is pretty fascinated by Jesus.
Just the other day, she was lamenting that Jesus is not alive anymore because she would have liked to see him. I asked what she would have liked to say to Jesus if she met him, and she told me she wouldn't say anything, she'd just look at him.
I'm sure Jesus wouldn't have been creeped out by that at all. Probably happened all the time, actually, little kids staring at him, saying nothing.
Shmoogie is also lately very very into pretend play. Especially if she can rope an adult into playing with her. This afternoon, she had me playing house. She was my neighbor and I was visiting and she had a baby so my kids (at first I said I had none, but she wasn't down with that) had to stay outside. They got to come in eventually, but then we were back to the topic of how many kids there were and Shmoogie was again dissatisfied. We needed another girl.
"Jesus lives in this world, actually, and I can go ask him to make another girl."
"Yeah, for our family."
She arranged some blocks on the floor and informed me, "Ok, the car's all ready. Do you want to come with me to go see Jesus?"
Who would pass that up? I did have to change my seat and buckle myself in, but soon we were on our way.
"Ok, we're at Jesus's house. We parked in his driveway, his car is over there," she pointed helpfully, then got out of the car and went over to what I guess was the front door.
"Ding dong!" She waited, then Jesus must have answered the door, so she said, "Hi! Can we have another girl for us?"
She filled in his answer, "Yes!"
And turned back to me, "He said yes!"
The interesting thing is that I hadn't really considered where we'd go from here. But Shmoogie had no problem with that.
"He's making it now," she told me, as she stood awkwardly in his yard. "It's going to take a long time," she let me know, "For her blood. Because she's going to be as big as me! She's going to be three and a half!"
We discussed this for a little while. The usual sizes and ages of new babies and all that.
This became boring and it was time for another status update, "He's making her with his knitting. Because that's how people get made."
Soon, much to my surprise, Jesus actually handed over the new baby girl, a tiny baby girl, Shmoogie insisted. A tiny baby girl puppy, which she soon cuddled into her neck with a look of motherly bliss on her face.