Yesterday, Andreas asked me what a saint was. I was busy with something else and so I have him a quick, distracted and very rudimentary answer. Something like: Someone who does good things. Oh. He says happily. So I am a saint then!
Me: Well, you do do lots of good things. But to be a saint, the church decides after someone is dead whether they get sainted or not, whether they have done enough good things.
Andreas: Ohhhh. Well, then you must make sure that when I am dead, if they make me a saint, you have to tell me. I will have my cell phone with me all the time. Or you could just email me.
Communication with dead wannabe saints made easy.
Anything is possible when you are six.
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