A Mother, A Daughter, And A Holy Ghost

(My 3-year-old daughter and I are eating frozen yogurt. The location has very little seating. An older lady comes up asking to share our table, we oblige. Besides, my daughter is very friendly and loves to chat.)

Daughter: “Hi!”

Older Lady: “Hello!”

Daughter: “Where do you come from?”

Older Lady: “I come from God.”

(This stops us both, because while we are Christian, I really don’t know how to respond to that. The conversation moves on to the sorts of topics a precocious 3-year-old can handle, and the lady finishes her treat, and gets up to go. She waves my daughter a friendly good-bye.)

Daughter: “Bye!” *pause as she tries to think of a more flowery farewell* “I hope you go back to God soon!”