So Mia is obsessed with Satan.
I didn't exactly see this one coming.
Although I haven't been adequately prepared for anything so far when it comes to parenting so I don't know why I am surprised.
This is how it went down:
Mia: So I was talking to Satan last night and I was asking him why he won't just be good. I told him if he would just be good I would worship him too.
Me: Can you please repeat that word for word so I can blog about this later?
Mia: Mom, I just wish Satan would be good so I could worship him too.
Me: some inaudible rambling about how Satan doesn't have any love in his cold, dark heart so don't waste your time trying to worship him because that really creeps Mommy out.
Or something to that effect.
Mia: I think I know what Satan looks like.
Mia: He has really, really mean eyebrows.
Me: I don't think so, Babe.
Mia: How do you know?
Me: I don't, but I just really don't want you saying that to anyone else. It may be taken the wrong way.
Me: Because God made lots of people with very defined eyebrows and they love Jesus and are definitely not satan.
Mia: Then why did he give them mean eyebrows?
Me: I think I hear Bode in your room trying to steal your princess dolls.