Tonight Sophi asked me what a “saint” is. I told her it depends on who you ask. I went a little into how the Catholic Church decides who is a saint, and then I said that some people simply say that any very good person is a Saint. Then she said
“Then by that definition, I think I know someone who is a saint.”
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“Which one?” I asked again.
“The one who’s not dead.”
She was quiet for a few minutes, and then she said
“I know something sad about Grandmas and Grandpas.”
“What’s that?” I inquired monotonously.
“They don’t last forever. They’re lots of fun, and then one day *poof* they’re dead, and you can’t go to their house anymore.”
So, Saint Grandma Cudney FTW!