Leigh said, “Mom, when I get older, I am going to become a saint, like Jacob and Mary are.”  She thought about it and added, “And like you and Dad.”
     I said, “And Clare!”
     She looked away, smiled and then said, “Well, a LITTLE bit!”
     I broke out laughing.  Then I said, “To be a saint, you need to start obeying more.  When Daddy and I tell you to do something, you need to say, ‘Okay Mom!  Okay Dad!’  You also need to stop whining, and start asking NICELY for things you want.”
    Looking me very seriously in the eye, she added, “And I need to stop picking my boogers!”