Today at naptime, Emory and I had the following conversation...
Emory: "Mommy, I don't feel like I'm four."
Me: "Well, what do you feel like?"
Emory: "I feel like a psychiatrist."
It has become our habit that when one offends another in our household seriously enough to warrant asking for forgiveness, that we also ask God, in front of the offended one, for His forgiveness. The parents do this too in order to model that everyone is in need of the forgiveness God offers us in Christ, and to model humility to our four-year-old. So, I completely forget the offense, but when Emory was praying and asking God for His forgiveness one day earlier this week, she cried out in a loud voice:
"LORD! Please forgive me for being so sinful and miserable!"
Cathecizing is paying off.