Yesterday she said to me "mom, your bottom is beautiful, like the temple."
I whip around from the dryer where I'd been bent over... hence warranting a comment about my bottom.
"Your bottom is a temple, so it's beautiful."
I stare in awe for a handful of seconds as I realize where she must have gotten this.
"Did you learn that from church?"
"yeah... " and she proceeds to sing a song (I think) she's learned in primary that teaches her "my BODY is a temple."
We had a nice teaching moment, and a very nice laugh. The both of us.
She's at that age where I wish I was video-taping her most of the time. Well most of the non-tantrum-throwing time I should say... gotta keep it real. This one's gonna turn my hair gray way too soon... I can feel it.