me: Jo, should mommy have any more babies?
Jo: Yes!
Me: How many?
Jo: 2
Me: Are they boys or girls?
Jo: Boys
Me: What are their names?
Jo: Daddy and Noah
Me: Hmmmm
I text John. Tell him the news. Any impressions? I ask. He texts back. NOT THOSE NAMES!
Speaking with DeeKen this afternoon while eating cereal.
Dee: Mom, how do they make cereal?
Me: I don't know Dee how do we make you?
Dee: God made me!
Me: Yes, but how did He get you here?
Dee: Jesus sent me?
Me: How? By plane? By Mail?
Dee: No, not by mail.
Me: How?
Dee: I don't' know.
Me: You know how mommies get big tummies when they are going to have babies?
Dee: No they don't.
Me: Yes they do. The baby is growing inside them. You grew inside me.
Dee: (Looks at my tummy.) That means you were in grandmas tummy.
Me: yep.
Dee: How long ago?
Me: Oh.... thirty one years ago, I would have been in grandma's tummy.
Dee: hmmm.
A little later, after some other talk and me pondering.
Me: How do we get back to Heavenly Father?
Dee: Our heart stops beating.
Me: Oh, like grandpa.
Dee: Yep, like grandpa Ken.
Reminds me of Sunday morning. John and I are laying in bed. Dee comes in.
Dee: Mom, when are we going to see grandpa Ken again?
Me: Not anytime soon.
Dee: When though?
Me: When Jesus comes again.
Dee: When Jesus comes again? When is that?
Me: No man knoweth the hour baby.
Who knew I could wax so philisophical early on a Sunday morning! He seemed to accept the answer and left.
