The Land Called Perfect

I had an interesting conversation with the big girl this morning while I was getting ready for church.

BG: "Mama, you should be the president."

ME, a little shocked, but feeling a little full of myself: "Why should I be the president?"

BG: "Because if everybody just did things your way, it would be a much easier world to get along in."

ME, now really full of myself: "Thank you. That was a really nice thing to say. That makes me feel very good."

Is that not the scariest thing ever? Me as president. Good grief, look out world.