You Get What You Order

Our oldest, Miss Prima is a remarkably old soul. She can sometimes see through the most complex, grown-up situation and boil it down to the simplest terms.

Tonight, as I was tucking her into bed, she began to explain to me how some kids in her class were giving her grief about her continued belief in Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny and The Tooth Fairy. We went round in circles for what seemed like hours about how God only makes people because he loves them, about how He came up with the concept of free choice. He created this world, and all of us because he wants us to love him back, but he doesn't want to force us. Otherwise, how would he be able to decide who gets to go to heaven or not? If someone chooses not to believe in Santa Claus et al, then I guess they will no longer be visited by said same. Hey, it's their loss in the long run.

I was wrapping up my "sermon" when her light bulb clicked on. "Oh, you get what you order in life!", which has been something we've been trying to teach her for what seems like forever. "Yes!", I replied, "You do!"

She went on, "If you believe that the Tooth Fairy is nothing but some guy in a tutu, then that's all you're gonna get: Some guy in a tutu."

"Yes, dear. You're absolutely right."