"Well...Daddy makes me do push ups at snack time."
"Push ups?" I repeated. "Daddy makes you do...push ups...during sack time?"
"Yeah."
"What do you mean?"
Phoebe slithered off her chair and got down on the floor in push-up position.
"Like this!" she said. "He makes me do so many!"
After she did a few (very poor) push ups she climbed back up into her chair.
"That's what you learned at church today?" I clarified. "That Daddy makes you do push ups at snack time?"
"Yeah. Daddy makes me do push ups! He makes me do so many push ups!"
Andrew, who had been laughing too hard to speak finally wheezed out, "What do you mean?"
"PUSH. UPS." she said firmly. "I'm talking about push ups! I can show you!"
She slithered off her chair again and got down on the floor.
"No, no—it's okay. We all know what push ups are but..."
It was really weird. She is adamant that she had to do push ups. Andrew has no idea what she's talking about.
What's weird is that she is a child who is very aware of what's going on in her world. She keeps track of things. For instance, she wanted to say the dinner prayer on Sunday, but Andrew told her no—it was Alexander's turn.
She about blew a gasket.
"But Aleksei said the prayer at primary today! And when I said the prayer at primary you said I couldn't say the dinner prayer because I said the prayer at primary! So Aleksei can't say the dinner prayer!"
Nothing gets past this girl.
Her logic was sound—so sound that Andrew relented and told her she could say the prayer after all.
(Did I write about how Phoebe volunteered to say the prayer in primary last week? It was very unexpected, but she did. When the primary president asked for a volunteer, Phoebe's hand shot into the air. "I want to say it!" she said. She's always raising her hand to answer questions and volunteer information (especially about her upcoming birthday), but I didn't think she'd be brave enough to stand at the microphone and talk... Shows what I know!)
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