Thank God He doesn't Take Offense to her Comments

Sunday mornings are always crazy around here. For my work, Sundays are like the show day... what I have been working all week to prepare for & I can usually count on some surprise waiting for me at church, someone not showing up, or some kind of snag. So while I am rushing everyone along, that's always in the back of my mind. I have a million things to get together & out the door.
It would be great if I had a leisurely morning to not hurry my kids or let them sleep in or lay on the couch & watch cartoons.... but it is what it is & that's that.

Flynn had a HORRIBLE night Saturday night. We were up 'til about 3 am with her night terrors. Since her allergies are bothering her, we have been doping her up with everything under the sun to try to keep her allergies from settling in her chest/asthma... to keep her out of the hospital... so that we can enjoy our holidays, medical emergency-free.
I don't care if it's not a side effect mentioned, I swear that Flynn's zyrtec makes her have horrible dreams. She was thrashing around in her bed & even had a fist fight with the wall. We took turns for a while, going in the comfort her. They say you shouldn't wake a child who is having night terrors, it only confuses them. And that they don't remember a thing when they wake up. But who likes to hear their child screaming NO as they roll around on their bed. It's awful. So, I would pick her up & even though she was punching me, I was singing to her & rocking her...and she would finally settle down. For about 30 minutes.
Long story short, she slept in our bed. And ultimately, I slept in HER bed.
So we all wake up Sunday, after about 4 hours on very LOW quality sleep.
We were rushed, getting gifts together, food, etc., for a party we'd go to later that day. I got snacks together for after church because I knew we'd be killing time driving around between church & the party. When you live in the sticks, you can't just run home between obligations.
On top of that, Flynn was still not feeling good. And sadly, I didn't have the time to just sit down & hold her.
On top of on top of that, the time change is still messing with these people around here. Example, it's 8:11 am & my early riser is still counting sheep. I wouldn't mind, except it just seals the deal that later she won't nap.
Okay, back to Sunday morning...
Excluding the fact that she was proud of her cute dress that she'd never worn & her hair, Flynn was not wanting to be anywhere but laying on the couch in front of the tv.
She does typically ask questions about where we're going, which always include a WHY. And even tho she knows & we've gone over it countless times in her young life, she asks again,
"Mom, why do we go to church?"
"Because Flynn, we love God & want to learn more about Him. Besides, us going to church is a way to worship Him... it's a way to show Him that we love Him."

She just shrugged me off, even though she did listen to what I said.

Fast forward to after church. We were sitting in the car, killing time, eating chips, & hoping the little nap Gabe was getting would get him through the day. She was still not being as pleasant as she should or could be & gets my attention,
"Mom?"
"Yes."
"I did not learn about God."