The best thing about three year olds is the random questions they ask.
Ellie - Mom, when are you gonna get broke?
Me - I'm not sure what you mean.
Ellie - When are you gonna get broke so Heavenly Father can fix you?
Me - What do you mean by broke?
Ellie - Like when your whole body gets on fired...that's broked and then Heavenly Father will fix you up. When is it gonna happen?
Me - I don't know.
Ellie (face:palm) - You have to say when.
Me (with not a clue how I should answer, I ask) - Well, when are you going to get "broke"?
Ellie (without skipping a beat) - At 5 o'clock.
That's not the answer I was expecting, although truthfully, I never know quite what to expect.
Ellie continues - A monster is going to eat me up and spit me out-then I'll be broke.
I can only hide my laughter by hugging her. Something tells me we need to revisit the whole Resurrection concept.
