Oh the innocence of a three year old is just so darn remarkable, unbelievable, and awe-inspiring. Here's a conversation Alison and I had last Friday while doing her hair.
(Let me preface by saying that she had been listening to us talk about death and dying during some of my conversations last week as I had two funerals to attend last week.)
Me: Hey Honey, What happens to us when we die?
Alison: Our bodies go to heaven. (so-a-matter-of-factly)
Me: Well sweetie, our bodies don't go to heaven but our spirits go and live with Jesus.
Alison: Well Grandma Cinny DIED! (very exclamatory)
Me: Yes honey, you are right. She did die. Babe, what do you think heaven is like??
Alison: Well, I hope Jesus has playdough there!
Absolutely beautiful & priceless!
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