Friday afternoons, Chloe goes to visit her dad for the night, and I get to enjoy a 24-hour period of time alone with my Littlest One. While I always hate for Chloe to go, I've learned to appreciate this one on one time with my baby girl. I get to see a side of her that's usually overshadowed by her big sister, and for twenty four hours, I get to be her best friend (usually the role she saves for her sister, who is something of a hero in Cora's eyes, just because she's a Big Girl.)
So we were chopping veggies and peeling hard-cooked eggs at the counter together tonight, me and my Littlest One. And we were chatting, like two girls working together in the kitchen are wont to do.
"It's really nice of God to make little girls," she tells me.
"Yes, it is," I agree.
"Who makes my toys?" she wonders.
"Underprivileged children in China," I answer. She looks confused, so I clarify. "Little children in China are like slaves, forced to make your toys in terrible conditions, and they don't get paid very much money. They are very hungry and sad children." (Nothing like telling it like it is, right?)
So she says, "Those sad little children should talk to God and ask Him to make the toys for them. If He can make little girls, He can make toys. Then the children wouldn't have to be sad anymore."
:-) Do you ever wish we could all be so sweet and innocent when we're searching for solutions to problems?