The other day I was disciplining Sari about something and I was talking with her about “why” we (her parents) discipline her. I said something like:
“We want you to grow up and be a girl who doesn’t hit people, a girl who is kind to other people and makes good choices. Basically we want you to grow to look like God, and Jesus helps us with that.”
While I’m saying that last bit, Sari’s forehead wrinkles and she says:
“Daddy, God is a boy. I don’t want to be a boy!”