My 7 year old is beginning to work out that we aren’t immortal and has lots of questions about heaven.
I was walking past the boys’ bedroom tonight, as DH tucked them up, and overheard a rather deep conversation about the after-life, which made me pause and linger outside the door a little longer than I meant to.
“Are you a child or an adult when you go there?” he asked. [Perhaps best not to discuss this at bedtime.]
“And what do you do in heaven?” he continued, resting his chin on the bunk-bed rail. “Are there lots of fun things up there?”
I couldn’t really hear DH’s answers, but Son1 carried on in earnest, his interest clearly piqued.
“How does everyone fit on the cloud?” [I craned my neck at this point to try to hear how DH would explain the metaphysical cloud.]
“Can I take the iPad Daddy?”