"Really?"
"Why are angels in our lives?" she asked in a well-seasoned, grown-up voice.
"God sends them to take care of us."
I try to take the girls seriously when they tell me something, whether it sounds true or wildly imaginative--or both, Madeleine L'Engle would point out. So I continued, "What does the angel look like?"
"She wears a pink, ruffly dress," Elspeth said. "And has purple wings and high heels. And she wears pink lipstick."
"What does she say?"
"Abacadabra and stuff like that. And DO GOOD STUFF." At this point she began giggling and rolling around the bed, and after that it took much cajoling and threatening to get the goober-girl to sleep.
What a funny girl she is.
