Una, the five year old, announces her new best friend is J.: "I want to marry him!"
"You want to marry him? What about Titus?"
"Well, I love titus too. I love both of them. But you know who I love the best? J.!!!!
"Really, we'll what's he like?"
"Well, he likes to play crazy games like bat girl and bat boy."
"Oh yeah, what's that?"
"Do you play with him?"
"Sometimes. He's my best friend. I love him best of all."
"And does he feel that way too. Does he like you a whole lot?"
"Well, I told him he's my best friend and he doesn't care." She shrugs.
"He said that? Wait--what did he say when you told him you liked him?"
"He just said he doesn't care." She shrugs and waves her arm as if annoyed with my question.
"Oh really? Well, honey, maybe you should find a different best friend? Usually best friends BOTH care about each other."
"But I LOVE HIM!" She begins to cry, indignant at the idea of withdrawing her love from J.
"Well, you can love him." I backtrack. "You can totally love him."
"In fact, Jesus says we should love people even if they don't love us, and you know, sometimes, it's true, that if we show love to people then they might love us back." This is not goign how I hoped. It sounds as if I'm proponing manipulation, when in fact I only mean that sometimes love changes people, though there aren't any guarantees.
"They do?" She hops down from the table, wipes her hands on a dishtowel and looks at me.
"Well, I"m gonna be like that." She walks out of the kitchen.