A conversation with a 4 year old:
A dear family friend had past away
and mommy and daddy were talking about it
when Taylor overheard...
Taylor: Oh no I didn't get to say good bye to Bruce
Mommy: It's ok...
Taylor cut off: I will never see him again
Mommy: I bet you will when you get to heaven, and you will be able to talk to him then
Taylor: But when I get to heaven there will be no seats left
Mommy: Well of course there will be
Taylor: No, because you and daddy will be there too
Mommy: I sure hope so...
Taylor: Mommy, I will just sit on your lap....
and then my eyes filled with tears