For several months now Josiah has been fascinated by death and heaven. I know, I know, it's strange, but he asks all the time what's going to happen when he dies. It's my fault. He told me that he was going to love Maggie, our dog, forever and ever. I had to go and open my big mouth and point out that someday Maggie would die. I wish I'd kept my big mouth shut!!!
So last week Josiah was talking and talking until I asked him to be quiet for a few minutes. When I told him that he could talk again we had the following conversation:
"When I die and go to heaven can I talk?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Yeah," he yelled, clapping his hand and jumping up and down. "I love God. Him is my best friend in Heaven. When I die I going to sing Holy, Holy, Holy with Him."