Sadie and I were driving from her swim lesson class to the library this morning to pick up the books for this next week when she launched into a daydream monologue about becoming a nun. As I steered the car out of the community center's driveway towards the library the following conversation unfolded (although I know I'm leaving stuff out since she really goes on and on about nuns when she starts talking about them...). I thought I'd throw a few questions out there to see what she was thinking about the whole "I want to go away into a convent to pray for the world" thing that she'd talked about so much last spring, since it hadn't come up for a while:
Sadie: "No Mommy of course not. I'm going to be a Carmelite not a missionary."
Me: "Oh. Okay. So you want to be cloistered then?"
Sadie: "What's cloistered mean?"
Me: "Those are nuns that go away from the world to pray."
Sadie: "Yes. I would love to be cloistered. I want to be cloistered. I want to go away from the world to pray."
Sadie: "Don't worry Mommy. You'll still have Maggie and Patrick. And you should have more babies too. I hope you have another baby when me and Maggie and Patrick are grown up."
Me: "Just one?"
Sadie: "No. Not just one. One and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten. You should have ten."
Me: "Ten in all or ten plus you three."
Sadie: "Ten more."
Me: "So thirteen?"
Sadie: "Yes, thirteen. Or fourteen. I think you should have fourteen babies."
So there you have it. Sadie's grand plan for the next 20 or so years.