Lately, Charlotte has been acting her age. Which is nearly two. If you are now or have ever been a parent of - or even in the company of - a two year old, you probably know that this acting one's age business has the potential to be mildly annoying.
Or really seriously freaking annoying. Whichever.
Anyway, this morning, we were getting ready to leave the house for speech therapy. Charlotte was doing her best to avoid very difficult things like putting on one's shoes and coat. She also decided it would be a good idea to throw her juice cup across the kitchen and kick my leg. Once we finally saw eye to eye (read: I forced her into her shoes and coat) we were ready to head out the door, until our departure was interrupted by a poop. And that poop was not mine.
Diaper changed, juice collected, we headed out and got into the car. Where one of us (not me!) proceeded to whine about her lot in life and also the desire to listen to the Backstreet Boys (a new favorite). We wound up in a line of traffic behind a school bus, and I looked over to my right. There was a small house with a large statue of Jesus on the lawn. I am assuming in homage to the upcoming Paschal holiday. I pointed and said "Look Charlotte - that's Jesus. In 3 weeks we'll go to church to celebrate Jesus. He died on the cross for us because he loves us."
Charlotte said "See. JEE-ZUS."
Because I was on a roll and also because I cannot stop myself I very inappropriately continued. "So, Charlotte, see, Jesus loves us. And Jesus wants you to be nice to mommy. He'll love you MORE if you behave for mommy."
Blasphemous? Well, yes, perhaps. Okay definitely. I can't say that any of it sunk in, except for the word Jesus. Since our conversation in the car, basically the only word I've heard out of Charlotte's mouth today?