While driving home from Cleveland today, I overheard (or listened in on, if you really must know!) this conversation between my children, in the backseat:
Jordan: Is Mamaw dead?
Shaun: Yes, Jordan, she's dead.
J: Why? Who killed her?
S: No one killed her. She just got cancer. So she died.
J: But is she at the church?
S: No. Just her body's still at the church. In the ground. But her soul's up in Heaven. I'll be up
there one day.
J: Me too?
S: You'd better hurry and get saved, Jordan.
Even though I had to swallow the lump in my throat, I had to smile, too. Priceless!
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