In honor of All Saints’ Day, I share with you a recent conversation among the Wicker girls.
Me: You know, if we all really love God and try to be really good people, we just might be saints someday.
3-year-old: But what would I be the saint of?
5-year-old: You could be the Patron Saint of All Hitters.
(Says the primary victim of our preschooler’s recent frustrated, slapping hands.)