The Wisdom of a Six Year Old

So, it's been a rough weekend, to say the least.  What started out wonderfully with the 30th Big Blue Madness (shout out to Matthew Mitchell and the Hammer Dance) definitely didn't stay that way.  I swear, I will think again before asking for a sign in the future.  It's like when they say don't pray for patience because God will give you a situation you will need to be patient in.  I was presented with a possible opportunity out of the blue, and was strongly considering it.  However, after this weekend, that is no longer an option.  A simple 'no' in a fortune cookie would have sufficed, though.

The weekend hasn't been all bad, don't get me wrong.  I had the opportunity to make a new friend.  Meet Grace:  she is 6 years old, has really thick glasses, super curly hair, and she is a little spit fire.  We had a lot of time to bond and I wanted to share some of our conversations.  She imparted her wisdom, made me laugh at times when I really needed it, and entertained me for hours.

Grace:  You look like Ginny Weasley.
Me:  That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

Grace:  Do you have a boyfriend?
Me:  No.  Why?  Do you have a brother?
Grace:  No, but I have four boyfriends.  I guess I could give you one.  But not Jeremy.  He brings me cookies.  I love cookies.

Grace:  Do you have a job?
Me:  Yes.  I work for the Department of Revenue.  Basically, I help collect taxes.
Grace:  That sounds really boring.
Me:  It sounds that way, but it's not.  I get to deal with money everyday.
Grace:  Do you swim in it?
Me:  No.
Grace:  Well, you should.  I would.

Grace:  Do you have an email address?  We can be penpals.  I can text you too.  When I'm eight.  I can't get a phone until I'm eight.
Me:  I didn't have a cell phone until I was 18.
Grace:  Were your parents poor?

Grace:  Do you have a pet?  I have a dog.
Me:  Yes, I have a cat.
Grace:  I am 'lergic to cats.  I might be 'lergic to you too.  I should go sit over there.

Me:  What do you want to be when you grow up?
Grace:  I don't have to worry about that right now.  I don't want to get wrinkles.

Me:  (spilling coffee on myself) Oh shit.  (Looking at Grace) Don't tell your mother I said that.
Grace:  That's what Daddy says all the time.