Conversation with Ana, in the Wal Mart parking lot, where she was resisting holding my hand…

Me: Ana, one of these days you’re going to get hit by a car.

Ana: But then, I’ll wear a pretty dress and be ALIVE again!

Me: No, dead is dead. When you die, you don’t come back to life.

Ana: But Jesus was dead and came back to life again.

Me: Yes, but that was Jesus. He was God. And you are not Jesus.

Ana: Hmm… I’ll miss you when you get hit by a car, Mommy.

Not sure if this means that she was angry enough by my assertion that she is NOT the risen Lord that she is now anticipating my demise by car in the Wal Mart parking lot. If so, at least she’ll miss me, right?