Part of Vista’s nature is her need to control her environment.

That means constantly asking me “Who we going to see today?”.  Over and over.  All. Day. Long.

It doesn’t matter if I give her the same answer over and over, all day long.  She still needs to ask the question.

The other question I hear all day long is “Who was that?” after every single phone call.

Now, I wouldn’t be the mother I am, if I didn’t take these opportunities entertain myself at her expense.  Because, really, that’s what parents are for, right?

So by the eleventy billionth time I’ve been asked ‘Who we going to see today’, rather than giving her the same answer I’ve been giving all day long, I’m more likely to tell her that we’re going to see the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man and after that the Ghostbusters might make an appearance.  Heh.

But I don’t only use these opportunities to educate my daughter on the finer points of ’80’s comedies.  It’s also the perfect time to discuss religion.

*I hang up after talking to Bil*

Vista: “Who was that?”

Me: “God”

Vista: “Who is your God?”

Me: “Excellent question. Daddy is.”

Vista: “Daddy is your God? Bil is my daddy God.”

That’s right. We’re teaching her to worship us as deities.

Hey, it worked for the Egyptians.