Previously I wrote about Sunshine and her concerns about God and death. Apparently the entire problem was solved today - and we have Sweet Stuff to thank. My daughter called a few minutes ago to relate the following conversation between Sunshine (4-years old) and Sweet Stuff (6-years old):
Sunshine: (In an uncertain, questioning voice) When I die, I’m going to heaven.
Sweet Stuff: Sunshine, this is how you get to heaven. There’s nothing to be scared of. First you’re a baby, then you’re a big baby. Then you’re a big, big baby. Then you’re a big, big big baby. Then you’re a little kid. Then you’re a big kid. Then you’re a big, big kid. Then you’re a big, big, big kid. Then you’re a grown-up. then you’re a big grown-up. Then you’re a big, big grown-up. Then you’re a big, big, big grown-up. Then you’re a mommy. then you’re a big mommy. Then you’re a big, big mommy. Then you’re a grandma. Then you’re a big grandma. Then you’re a big, big grandma. Then you’re a grandma grandma. Then you’re a big grandma grandma, and THEN you go to heaven.
Sunshine: Oh. (big smile and satisfied look on her face) Okay!
Questions answered and problem solved. Heaven is just the step after being a big grandma grandma.
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