Morning Exams

Morning snuggles often catch me off guard. I’m half asleep. I stayed up too late grading essays. I haven’t had coffee. Piper’s brain, however, has been churning. She’s ready for heavy stuff.

“Mom, do you believe in God?”

“I do.”

“Mom, do you believe in Santa?”

“I do.”

“If you’re naughty, do they both know?”

“I don’t know.”

“If God and Santa asked if I was naughty, would you lie for me?”

“No, Piper. I wouldn’t lie for you. But you aren’t naughty.”

“I know. I was just testing you. I talk to those guys, too, you know.”