Why I keep my office door open

Sometimes I wonder if I should close my door so that I might get at least something done on weekdays. But I like to signal that I'm available, and even though I would've loved to get started on a sermon today, I'm glad I was here for my nine-year-old visitor (I'm guessing her age). She arrives early for children's choir and makes a habit of stopping by.

Today her questions included:
Do you have any chocolate?
Why are these paper cranes messed up? (Um, maybe because *somebody* plays with them every week...)
Is that a Jesus doll? Do his sandals come off? Why isn't he wearing any underwear?
Do you like being a priest?
Can I try your singing bowl?
Who became a priest first, you or your husband? (Me, by about two minutes.)
Do you have any homework?