Where does she get this stuff?

One afternoon, I was making dinner, standing at the counter with my back to our three youngest children. Katie and Anthony were lounging around the kitchen table, with three -year old Lucy perched like a little elf on a high stool, happily swinging her legs.

Simply making conversation, Katie who was about eight, asked Lucy,
“ Lucy ,who is your favourite-  mum or dad?"
 Lucy replied,
"Both!"
 Still facing the counter, I looked over my shoulder and intruded on their conversation,
"Smart answer, Lucy."
Lucy was not done, though,
"But she's not my real mum, Mary is."

 Katie rolled her eyes, slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand and said incredulously, "Where does she get this stuff?"
I  tried to explain as simply as I could,
"Well, the Holy Spirit is in her heart and she listens to His voice."

 Lucy jumped right back into the discussion and chanted in a sing-song, lilting voice,
"That's right. God the Father in my heart. Baby Jesus in my heart. Holy Spirit in my heart. Mother Mary in my heart.... but.... I still like mum and dad the best!"

Katie rolled her eyes and plunked her head down on the table with a loud sigh.

I just laughed.

A few weeks later as I .crouched down to tie Lucy's shoe .lace, Lucy picked up the small gold cross I wore around my neck and said,
"This is the cross of Jesus and the Glory of God shines all around it."

Katie rolled her eyes again, slapped her forehead and asked, "WHERE does she get this stuff?