On our way to the ice cream shoppe to meet my mom and my two nieces for some ice cream, the kids and I were listening to our Alan Jackson CD in the car. Gogurt cued it to one of our favorite songs, "When We All Get to Heaven," and the following conversation ensued:
Poptart: "Momma, when are we gonna be in heaven with Jesus?"
Me: "I don't know, sweetheart. Nobody knows. We will either die and go to heaven, or we will be alive to see Jesus coming down from the sky to take us to heaven."
Poptart: "I need to know what Jesus looks like so I'll know it is him."
Me: "Oh, you'll know it's Him. He'll be the only person you've ever seen coming down from the clouds. Everybody will know it is Him."
Poptart: "What will we do in heaven?"
Me: "Praise Jesus, forever and ever and ever." "And we will get a crown and a mansion, but I believe all we'll really want to do is praise God."
Poptart: "What color crown will I have?"
Me: "Umm, I'm not sure." "What color would you like to have?"
Poptart: "Well, on Barbie and the Diamond Castle, she had a purple crown so I want a purple crown."
Me: "Ok, I'm sure Jesus will work that out."