Sadie's Saturday Morning Nun Talk: The Tenth

The other day I overheard the following conversation:

Sadie:  "Patrick.  I have a deal for you."
Patrick:

Sadie:  "Do you want to be a Pope, Bishop or Priest, Patrick?"

Patrick:

Sadie:  "Well?"

Patrick:

Sadie:

Me:  "So what did he say?"

Sadie:  "He wants to be Pope."

Perhaps her big sister ambitions for him explain her persistent focus in catechizing him.  For example:

And:

This is a change from her ardent wish last week that he become a Carmelite friar after watching a few minutes of a movie about Saint John of the Cross.  She was pretty much ecstatic that she and Patrick could both be Carmelites (poor Mae... Sadie's announced that Mae should be a missionary...  apparently she doesn't have dreams of dragging Mae along with her to a convent since Sadie's adamant that she wants to be cloistered...).

And on that note (I'll drag you along on my random train of thought since you're here), we had missionaries come to the door this past week.  And I was bored.  And it was finals week.  Which meant that I pretty much hadn't spoken to an adult in person in a couple of weeks, except in passing as Paul sleepily stumbled out of the house to go to the library each morning (I was asleep long before he came in after midnight each night).  So I broke my personal "don't open the door to anyone who isn't a mail delivery person" rule and went out to talk with the missionaries, so that our giant very Catholic altar didn't scare them away.  

Even after googling the flier they gave me I can't figure out what they were (they were Christian).  But I spent a bit of time talking with them, while Mae tried to sprint past me out into the street and Sadie decided to come out and tell them about her "brother Christian who's in heaven."  They definitely didn't try a hard sell and mostly just asked questions about our family, so I'm wondering if we'll see them again (okay, so I've been brushing up on my apologetics watching Church Militants apologetics courses again while I've been working in the laundry room)... but after they left Sadie and I had a conversation that went something like this:

Me:  "Those were missionaries."

Sadie:  "They were nuns?!?!?!?!?!"

Me:  "No they weren't nuns.  They weren't Catholic."

Sadie:  "But you said they were missionaries."

Me:  "Not all missionaries are Catholic."

I wish I could convey the deeply skeptical look she gave me when I said those words, because I'm not sure I can do justice the look of disbelief that flashed across her face as she decided to go back to playing rather than argue with the crazy woman who thought that not all missionaries are Catholic.