I went to my cousin’s church last Sunday, and started conversing with a 4 year old girl. She actually had met me and my dad the night before when we arrived at my cousin’s home, and they were babysitting. Our conversation went like this:
G: Why do you have braces?
Me: Because my teeth are crooked.
G: Where is your mommy?
Me: My mommy isn’t here.
G: Why? Where is she?
Me: Well, she’s in Heaven.
G: But heaven is in the sky! (pointing up) Why is she in heaven?
Me: Well, she got really really sick, and she died. So she’s in heaven now.
G: Oh, is she wearing braces in heaven?
Me: ummmm… I don’t think so…
(turns out G’s mom is a dentist… I love the way these little kids think…)
gloria s. lee 