After reading Dan Browns latest novel I was thinking about the fore-fathers of our nation and pondering the real mysteries of God when I suddenly recalled a moment:
I was brushing The Princess’ hair one morning.
This is not fun for her.
Or me.
But it must be done and there we were doing it when she piped up,
“Why do we have to brush our hair every morning?”
Because it’s one of those things that must be done. And you’ll feel nice if you do. And if you don’t I won’t bring you in public because it’s a standard I keep so that the public feels more kindly towards my children when they misbehave.
“So we have to.”
Yes.
“Does Heavenly Father have to brush his hair every morning?”
I really don’t know.
“Well then, that must be one of the mysteries of God.”
Yup. I’m sure she can bet her crown on that one.