04 April 2008

Can God forget stuff?

The following conversation occurred this morning in the bathroom:

Me: Brush your teeth.

Zoë: (leaning over sink with face close to the mirror and fingers on teeth) I think this tooth is getting loose.

Me: Let me see!

Zoë: Here. (Presenting open mouth with finger on one of her bottom front teeth.)

Me: (Feeling tooth) I don't feel it moving, honey.

Zoë: You have to do it hard.

Me: Oh, OK. Brush your teeth now.

Zoë: Mom? Can God forget stuff?

Me: I don't think so.

Zoë: I think God forgot to give me big girl teeth.

Me: I think they're just not ready yet. They will come and you will get a loose tooth. I promise you. You just have to wait for your body to be ready.

Zoë: I think God forgot. Katie lost a tooth. Kyra has a loose tooth. Everyone but me.

Me: I promise your teeth will get loose just as soon as the big girl teeth are ready now please brush your teeth or we are going to be late.

Zoë: (Big sigh) OK.

3 comments:

Emily Barton said...

Well, you know, God forgot to give me long, thick, luscious black hair and big boobs. But, shhhh...don't tell poor Zoe that.

musingsfromthesofa said...

And I think the grace fairy was running a bit late and didn't make it to my crib in time.

ZoesMom said...

Ah the joys of genetic fate.