that's not what I meant...

Today was a great day! I went for a great 45 minute run, came home and made plans to meet a friend at the special science center, showered (even got to straighten my hair!), and loaded baby girl up to go. We were having a great time in the car, with Emory pointing out EVERY SINGLE CAR on the road :). Judy Rogers was belting out a song from the radio about how God is a spirit, and Emory began to chant "God! God!" instead of "Car! Car!". Like a good reformed mommy, I decided to use this teachable moment wisely. This conversation was my pitiful attempt:

Emory: "God! God!"
Mommy: "God? Emory, who made you? Can you say, 'God'?"
Emory: "God! God!"
Mommy: "That's right Emory! God made Emory. Let's do it one more time. Emory, who made you? Can you say, 'God'?"
Emory: "Ruff! Ruff!"

Now, how do you suppose her toddler brain interpreted my last question?