So now these are pretty typical conversations in our home:
Conversation 1*************************************************************
ME:
Nia, eat your chicken nuggets.
NIA:
But mom, they're not MY chicken nuggets. They belong to God. Do you want me to eat God's chicken nuggets?
ME:
Nia, can you go get me one of Josiah's diapers?
NIA:
Mom, Josiah doesn't have any diapers. Do you want me to get one of God's diapers?
Conversation 3***********************************************************
ME:
Nia, please help Nico put on his seatbelt.
NIA:
You mean you want me to put God's seatbelt on Nico?
Nia, eat your chicken nuggets.
NIA:
But mom, they're not MY chicken nuggets. They belong to God. Do you want me to eat God's chicken nuggets?
Conversation 2************************************************************
ME:
Nia, can you go get me one of Josiah's diapers?
NIA:
Mom, Josiah doesn't have any diapers. Do you want me to get one of God's diapers?
Conversation 3***********************************************************
Nia, please help Nico put on his seatbelt.
NIA:
You mean you want me to put God's seatbelt on Nico?
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The thing is, she's not being sassy-- she just wants me to know she gets it. (And she likes to point out that I have made a "mistake.")
Jeepers... why does everything have to be so difficult? :)