conuly

1. As I was playing with Ana while she was eating her breakfast, I inadverdantly clasped my hands together for a second, causing her to do the same, bend her head, whisper, and say "Amen", followed by inquisitive stares and "bess oatmeal? Connie, bess oatmeal*?" until I told her it was already blessed and she should eat it. I concluded that no, God was not sending me a message, but that she'd picked it up from the Other Grandmother.

However...

2. As I'm walking through the playground with Ana later, leaving, she tries to wander off. After I call her back, and get her to come on one call, without resorting to French, I notice that I'm singing under my breath. What am I singing? "Here's a llama, there's a llama..." I concluded that I'm very geeky.

However...

3. As I'm playing around on my New Pennywhistle, which I'm very proud of, I notice that I'm playing a particular tune. Yes, the llama song. Now I conclude that 1. I'm very geeky and 2. God is sending me a message. That message is either "you're very geeky" or, possibly, "I'm a llama". Or it could be "stop posting stupid things in LiveJournal", but that's a rather opaque way to send the message, don't you think?

*_{I really am prejudiced, and I apologise. Instead of thinking this was heartbreakingly cute, I thought it was vaguely creepy. AND heartbreakingly cute. But still, vaguely creepy. What can I say, I wasn't exactly raised to trust religion over here, though my dad *did* try... kindasorta... Well, he meant to try, anyway, but he had his own prejudices to work through.}

Postscript: I really am very geeky. When we change Ana's diaper, we tell her to lift her butt, and she'll repeat the phrase for a while "Butt? Butt-butt? Butt!" which, of course, now brings Delenn to my mind, gee, thanks... And I curse in either languages I don't speak or by saying "frak". I fear I'm warping Ana's little mind. Poor dear.