Thursday, July 11, 2013

Mouth in heaven


Lyla and Elsa approximately 700 feet off the ground.


Rowan eating calamari, not suspecting at all that it's a mini-octopus.


"Daddy, this looks like an octopus."


"Smile, kids!  Hug each other!"

Last night at bedtime, here was the conversation.  I was at a concert, so Julie emailed it to me. 

Lyla: Why do trees grow slowly?   

Julie: They are so big.  It takes a long time.

Lyla: Are trees alive?

Julie: Yes, trees are alive.  

Lyla: What does that mean? 

Julie: They are like animals, people--

Lyla: And clouds?

Julie: No.

Lyla: But being alive means you can also die.  I want to see Daisy die so I know what it's like.  Just kidding.

Julie: Oh, that would be sad!

Lyla:  Yes, but then we would see God.

Julie: Well, God only comes when we don't see him.

Lyla: When we go to heaven, will we be all alone with no mommies and daddies? 

Julie: No no no.  First of all, you will probably die when you are 100.  

Lyla: Yeah.  What is it like?

Julie: No one really knows.

Lyla: George Washington does!

Julie: But we can't talk to him.

Lyla: Does he have a mouth?

Julie: Well, he DID...

Lyla, upset: Well I will be sooooo hungry and sooooooo thirsty in heaven!

Julie: Lyla, you will have a mouth to eat in heaven.

Lyla, smiling: Oh! 

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