One Hundred and Three

"Change your mind about what?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, when I saw you with that angel, I decided I want a pretty little girl instead. She will have your beautiful hair and be very intelligent like you."

"Sorry it's to late, you have already prayed and God don't sleep as you said, so He already heard your prayer."

"But sweetheart, I didn't pray. You scared me when you said you will only attend to the baby on Saturdays. I don't know how to take care of a baby."

"Hello, you are going to confuse God."

"My beautiful and lovely wife, God don't get confuse, if He has the ability to create the very air that we breathe, the sun to shine and the rain that falls."

"Just wait one minute, talking about that, why is it not snowing yet?" Sarahiah asked in such a questionable way.

"You could be right you know, suppose God is confuse and instead of raining snow in New Orleans, He send it to the Caribbean countries."