This morning over Cheerios, Brielle was estimating God's age.
"He's a hundred," she said.
"Even older than that, sweet Brie," said I.
"Yeah, He's a thousand."
"Even older than that. Infinity."
"Yeah, He's infinity, 'cause that's the number that you can't count to."
Also at issue this morning, on the other end of the spectrum, was how old we are. I must have started it when I said, "Ashlyn, you're my sweet, good Ashie-baby."
"But I'm not a baby for real life," Ashlyn countered.
"No, you are a big girl. But you are still my baby."
Ashlyn's eyes widened. "Actually, everyone is a baby."
"Yeah! Everyone is a baby. Even you are a baby. Because we are all little--kind of little--and only God is big."
A big thought for a little Ashie-baby. One this Daddy-baby needs to remember.