Don't talk to the hand talk to the Holy Ghost!

Miss Mia loves to go to church. Another reason I am so sad to be stuck home with two and a half sick children today. I was hoping to go for a spell in YM (my new calling I love) and hear Chelsea teach (she is a rock star, so I am sure it will be an awesome lesson), but when all three naughties started with sickness and daddy Dave has Fast Sunday tithing woes looming; I got to be the stay home wonder nurse. Yuck!

Back to Mia, she loves to learn and remembers everything you tell her and absolutely everything she overhears anyone else saying too. Every Sunday she comes home from church and gives me a whole play by play of her two hours in primary experience. Apparently last week she learned about the Holy Ghost. All week she has been spouting the virtues of this gift from Heavenly Father, but my favorite Holy Ghost moment came one afternoon when she was mad at Dave. Mia came up to me and said "I am mad at Dad and I talked to the Holy Ghost about it and the Holy Ghost told me Dad is an idiot." Hmmm... out of the mouth of babes. I think no matter what this darling girls ends up doing in life, the rest of the world better watch out. Or at the very least watch what you say around Mia. 

Now I am off to make chicken soup and walk my croup infected kids around the block.